[Verse 1:] Look I'm comin straight out of Slauson, a crazy motherfucker 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' bitch wanna flip me Big guns niggas turn rivals into rosaries Extended clips I give a fuck 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 nigga you could follow me It's fuck 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 {Hustle} 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
[Chorus:] 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
[Verse 2:] 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 - nigga, 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 nigga with a million dollar plan
[Chorus:] 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
[Verse 3:] I came from nothin - so did every other rapper Save the spectulation, real banger, gun clapper SILENCE! - Henny, I'll posses you with the Mac I'll turn him into candle on the curb over blood splat Fuck Rest in Peace shirts, nigga 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, nigga - 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'fuckin stuff SIX-OH, NIGGA, dats wassup - HUH!
[Chorus:] 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 houseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
