Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me ni**a, see what Im about

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb ni**a
Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger
Half the ni**as jumped me, bumpin` my head
Thinkin` I wish I had a gun I fill a ni**a with lead
Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a ni**a
Wishin` I had a gun so I could smoke me a ni**a
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, where crime really pay
9 milly spray, got the f**k out the way
The shootout, the shootout
The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, ni**as got blast
Ni**as kidnap Drew granpa kid
Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head
Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me ni**a, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me ni**a, see what Im about

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades
Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades
E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hood rats to get layed, money to get made
Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich
Woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin` "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram
Have to find me a ni**a, line me a ni**a
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin` round foamin` out the mouth
Sayin` "I dont get on" Im`a lay a ni**a out
Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious
I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace
Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny
Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny
F**k with me, ya ni**as know Boo Boo get bizzy


[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me ni**a, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me ni**a, see what Im about

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut ni**as
Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked ni**as
Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me
My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spotford but never that now
When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk
Send yo punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip
Im take your s**t
Thats how the esse`s play, for that s.s.k
Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts
Bulletproof s**t, cruisin` through the Compton blocks
Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west
In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest
And you ni**as best be on your best behaviours
I was bread for this s**t, front Im`a blaze ya


[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me ni**a, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me ni**a, see what Im about