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Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, investor, and actor. He rose to fame with the release of his albums Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003) and The Massacre (2005). His album Get Rich or Die Tryin' has been certified eight times platinum by the RIAA. more »

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2007

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

I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga
Sayin' I cant wait till I get a little bigger
Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head
Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife, I'm finna 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, where crime really pay
Nine milly spray, got the f*ck out the way
The shootout, the shootout
The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast
Niggas 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

They say I'm grimey, I'm greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F*ck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about

They say I'm grimey, I'm greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F*ck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about

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 nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya 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, pearls are precious

I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace
I'm so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny
Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny
F*ck with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy

They say I'm grimey, I'm greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F*ck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about

They say I'm grimey, I'm greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F*ck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about

I gave jus' a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas
Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas
Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennessy and Cocaine, those remedies made me
My eyes don't cry, I'm 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
I'm take your shit
That's how the esse's play, for that s.s.k
Your probably heard through the grape vine, I'm good out Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks
I'm the beast from the east, but I play on the west
In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest
And you niggas best be on your best behaviors
I was bread for this shit, front I'ma blaze ya

They say I'm grimey, I'm greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F*ck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about

They say I'm grimey, I'm greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F*ck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about

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