50 Cent – Curtis 187

Curtis 187 is a title given to an awesome and hypnotizing hip hop and rap song created by a well-known rapper, 50 Cent.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 16 on his top charting album project called “Curtis” was officially released on 11 September 2007.

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LYRICS

Ay, nigga tell ’em where you from

Southside, I’m a Southside nigga what?

Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up

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

I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga

Saying I can’t wait ’til I get a little bigger

After niggas jumped me bumping my head

Thinking I wish I had a gun, I fill a nigga with lead

Took a kitchen knife to finna poke me a nigga

Wishing 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, niggas got blast

Niggas 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

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

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

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 broke, gun in my hand

Saying ”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, riding ’round foaming out the mouth

Saying “I don’t get on, I’mma 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 niggas know Boo Boo get busy

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

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

Yeah, I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggas

Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggas

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 taking your shit

That’s how the eses play, for that SSK

You probably heard through the grapevine, I’m good out in Watts

Bulletproof shit, cruising 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 niggas best be on yo’ best behavior

I was bred for this shit, front on me I’mma blaze ya

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

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