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Curtis 187 Lyrics

"Curtis 187" was written by Jackson, Curtis James / Muchita, Kejuan Waliek.
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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 187 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, dirt-ball 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 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
When Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy

Now those were the days, when crime really paid
The 9 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

They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
I make a 187 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 187 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
Sayin damn, dope cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
They 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

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

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 [Incomprehensible] made 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
You 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 behavior
I was bred for this shit, front on me? I'ma blaze ya

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

Songwriters
Jackson, Curtis James / Muchita, Kejuan Waliek

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group