Sayin’, I don't get on, I'ma lay a nigga out
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
I make a 187 look easy
You probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
That’s how the eses play for that SSK
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
I was bred for this shit, front on me? I'ma blaze ya
And you niggaz best be on yo' best behavior
Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made
From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast
I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin’ your shit
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
Took a kitchen knife to fin' to poke me a nigga
I make a 187 look easy
Niggaz kidnapped Drew grandpa kid
After niggaz jumped me, bumpin’ my head
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
You need that, out on the grind all the time
Hennessy and cocaine helped [Incomprehensible] made me
Picture me thirsty, ridin’ 'round foamin’ out the mouth
Fuck with me, y'all niggaz know Boo Boo get bizzy
Got my ass whooped in Spofford but never that now
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
You wonder why I got a gun, so I can get down for mine
The 9 milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Now those were the days, when crime really paid
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirt-ball nigga
Yeah, yeah, I had a dream I was rich
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
When Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy
I make a 187 look easy
Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny
I make a 187 look easy
I gave just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz
Thinkin’ I wish I had a gun, I fill a nigga with lead
When my name in your mouth, you better watch how you talk
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head
I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West
Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Robberies went bad, niggaz got blast
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
Bulletproof shit, cruisin’ through them Compton blocks
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Sayin’ I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger
It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest
In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace
Sayin’ damn, dope cost sixty a gram
They say, give it up, kid, before I put one in your wig
I make a 187 look easy
I'm wreckless, I spray the semi, drunk off Henny
Woke up broke, gun in my hand
Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious
Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz
Wishin’ I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
