Look I'm comin
Straight out of Slauson
A crazy motherf**ker
Name Nipsey
I'm turfed up
Cause I grew up in the Sixties
Caution To you rap niggas
Try and diss me
I go hard that's
Why yo' b***h wanna flip me
Big guns niggas turn rivals
Into rosaries
Extended clips I give a f**k
Who you 'posed to be
Straight off the block
I sold dope to buy groceries
Now it's rap money
No advance it's all royalties
You broke n***a you could follow me
It's f**k bitches get money
Keep some hollow tips logically
And I'm from
Where homicide boost the economy
Pay taxes to these corners
And put in work it's a policy
It's white chalk
On the corners
It's yellow tape on the gates
Choppers up above
That's Cause and turnin Loc's runs
The streets where I'm from
This is just a small introduction
To this Nipsey Hussle music
Plus money and bitches
That's the way that we do it
First get 'yo grind on
Then get yo' shine on
We come through
Daytime with the lights on
Now hit the fast lane
And let yo' chain swang
You gettin dollars
Like a doctor but you gangbang
Yeah It's Hussle in the house
Yeah It's Hussle in the house
Blue rag S-hat
Gold on my neck fat
Guns case catch that
Neighborhood I rep that
Shoot first ask last
Move work fast cash
Hurst tip dabs
Squabble if you get mad
And in my lifetime
I seen a lot of death
A couple cold nights
It look like it was nothin left
But God got me
So I got him tatted on my flesh
Slauson - n***a
You ain't heard shit yet
Cuzzy Cobby Hoodsta Rob
Tiny Draws
Dippin Stone
When he come home then baby
We dog
And cain't forget my big brother
Black Sanchez
A young n***a with a million dollar plan
This is just a small introduction
To this Nipsey Hussle music
Guns money and bitches
That's the way that we do it
First get 'yo grind on
Then get yo' shine on
We come through
Daytime with the lights on
Now hit the fast lane
And let yo' chain swang
You gettin dollars
Like a doctor but you gangbang
Yeah It's Hussle in the house
Yeah It's Hussle in the house
I came from nothin
So did every other rapper
Save the spectulation
Real banger gun clapper
SILENCE
I'll posses you with the Mac
I'll turn him into candle
On the curb over blood splat
F**k Rest in Peace shirts
n***a where ya guns at
Hittin been two weeks
And we ain't seen no get back
Type of shit is that yo Crippin is wack
You ain't poppin you ain't turfed up
n***a you off deck
I promise
I'll be out helpin with the pump
Gooned up black hoody on
Chopper in the trunk
Ready to hop out
And do my muh'f**kin stuff
SIX-OH n***a dats wassup
HUH
This is just a small introduction
To this Nipsey Hussle music
Guns money and bitches
That's the way that we do it
First get 'yo grind on
Then get yo' shine on
We come through daytime
With the lights on
Now hit the fast lane
And let yo' chain swang
You gettin dollars
Like a doctor but you gangbang
Yeah It's Hussle in the house
Yeah It's Hussle in the house
