Hussle in the House (Explicit)

Hussle in the House (Explicit) - Nipsey Hussle (尼普西·哈斯勒)

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**ch 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 d**e to buy groceries

Now it's rap money

No advance it's all royalties

You broke ni**a you could follow me

It's f**k b**ches 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 b**ches

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 - ni**a

You ain't heard sh*t 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 ni**a with a million dollar plan

This is just a small introduction

To this Nipsey Hussle music

Guns money and b**ches

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

Ni**a where ya guns at

Hittin been two weeks

And we ain't seen no get back

Type of sh*t is that yo Crippin is wack

You ain't poppin you ain't turfed up

Ni**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 NI**A dats wassup

HUH

This is just a small introduction

To this Nipsey Hussle music

Guns money and b**ches

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