curtis 187 lyrics – 50 cent

[50 cent]
ay n*gg* tell ’em where you from!
southside, i’m a southside n*gg* what
n*gg* stunt, you know i tear a n*gg* up

[chorus]
they say i’m grimy, i’m greasy
i make a one-eight-seven look easy
f*ck that~! i lay my murder game down
push me n*gg*, see what i’m about

[50 cent]
i was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball n*gg*
sayin i can’t wait ’til i get a little bigger
after n*gg*z jumped me, b*mpin my head
thinkin i wish i had a gun i fill a n*gg* with lead
took a kitchen knife to [censored] fin’ to poke me a n*gg*
wishin i had a gun so i could smoke me a n*gg*
sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
where bizzy had the bondeville and kev had the caddy
now those were the days, when crime really paid
the nine milli sprayed, i got the f*ck out the way
from shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast
robberies went bad, n*gg*z got blast
n*gg*z kidnapped drew grandpa kid
came through and shot ms. leak in the head
you wonder why i got a gun? so i can get down for mine
you need that, out on the grind all the time

[chorus – repeat 2x]

[50 cent]
it was kangols, cazelli shades, pumas and corn braids
doo-rags on the waist, br*ss knuckles, switchblades
ski mask to get paid, new sh*lls to get sprayed
hoodrats to get laid, money to get made
yeahhh~! .. yeah i had a dream
i was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand
sayin d*mn! .. dope cost sixty a gram
i got to find me a n*gg*, line me a n*gg*
and say “give it up kid, before i put one in your wig”
picture me thirsty, ridin ’round foamin out the mouth
sayin “i don’t get on, i’ma lay a n*gg* out”
now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious
i hit you and your b*tch both over your necklace
i’m wreckless, i spray the semi drunk off henny
wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell ’em to benny
f*ck with me, y’all n*gg*z know boo boo get bizzy

[chorus – repeat 2x]

[50 cent]
yeah
i gave just a buck-fifty, ask him if i cut n*gg*z
shootouts in bedford, ask them if i bucked n*gg*z
in four-fifth they call me boo boo, the accident baby
hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me
my eyes don’t cry, i’m a fatherless child
got my *ss whooped in spofford but never that now
when my name in your mouth, you better watch how you talk
i’ll send yo’ punk *ss to therapy to learn how to walk
i bust a clip, i’ll hit ya hip, i’m takin your sh*t
thats how the eses play, for that ssk
your probably heard through the grapevine, i’m good out in watts
bulletproof sh*t, cruisin through them compton blocks
i’m the beast from the east, but i play on the west
in the drop by myself with my nine and my vest
and you n*gg*z best be on yo’ best behaviors
i was bred for this sh*t, front on me i’ma blaze ya

[chorus – repeat 2x]

/ 50 cent lyrics