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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Philip Shpiller
Philip Shpiller
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Seamus Tyson
Seamus Tyson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
50 Cent
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay **** tell 'em where you from
Southside, I'm a southside **** what?
**** stunt, you know I tear a **** up
[Verse 2]
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy, I make a 1 8 7 look easy
Fuck that I lay my murder game down, push me **** see what I'm about
[Verse 3]
I was a snotty nosed nappy head dirtball ****
Saying I can't wait till I get a little bigger
After **** jumped me, bump on my head
Thinking I wish I had a gun, I fill a **** with lead
Took a kitchen knife to **** finna poke me a ****
Wishing I had a gun so I could smoke me 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, when crime really paid
The nine millis prayed I got the fuck out the way
From shoot out to shoot out, the bricks went fast
Robberies went bad, **** got blast
**** kidnapped Drew grandpas 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
[Verse 4]
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy, I make a 1 8 7 look easy
Fuck that I lay my murder game down, push me **** see what I'm about
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy, I make a 1 8 7 look easy
Fuck that I lay my murder game down, push me **** see what I'm about
[Verse 5]
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
Yeah yeah I had a dream
I was rich, woke up gun in my hand
Saying damn, dope cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a ****, like me a ****
And say give it up kid, before I put one in your wig
Picture me thirsty, riding round foaming out the mouth
Saying I don't get on, I'ma lay a **** 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 **** know Boo Boo get busy
[Verse 6]
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy, I make a 1 8 7 look easy
Fuck that I lay my murder game down, push me **** see what I'm about
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy, I make a 1 8 7 look easy
Fuck that I lay my murder game down, push me **** see what I'm about
[Verse 7]
I gave Just a buck fifty ask him if I cut ****
Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked ****
In four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennesy 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 taking your shit
Thats how the eses play, for that SSK
You probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruising through those 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 **** best be on yo best behaviour
I was bred for this shit, front on me, I'ma blaze ya
[Verse 8]
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy, I make a 1 8 7 look easy
Fuck that I lay my murder game down, push me **** see what I'm about
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy, I make a 1 8 7 look easy
Fuck that I lay my murder game down, push me **** see what I'm about
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Kejuan Muchita
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