[50 Cent] Ay nigga tell 'em where you from! Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up
[Chorus] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm about
[50 Cent] I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga Sayin I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger After niggaz jumped me, bumpin my head Thinkin I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife to {*censored*} fin' to poke me a nigga Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga 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 fuck out the way From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast Robberies went bad, niggaz got blast Niggaz 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
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[50 Cent] It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades Ski mask to get paid, new shells 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 DAMN! .. Dope cost sixty a gram I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga 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 nigga out" Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious I hit you and your bitch 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 Fuck with me, y'all niggaz know Boo Boo get bizzy
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[50 Cent] Yeah I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz 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 ass whooped in Spofford but never that now When my name in your mouth, you better watch how you talk I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin your shit Thats how the eses play, for that SSK Your probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts Bulletproof shit, 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 niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors I was bred for this shit, front on me I'ma blaze ya
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Compositores: Curtis James Jackson (50 Cent) (ASCAP), Kejuan Waliek Muchita (Havoc) (ASCAP)Editores: Fifty Cent Music (ASCAP), Juvenile Hell Publishing (ASCAP), Mca-universal Music Corporation (ASCAP), BMG Songs Inc (ASCAP)Publicado em 2012 (22/Mai) e lançado em 2007 (10/Set)ECAD verificado obra #2502802 e fonograma #2478769 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM