Put That on Me (Explicit)

Put That on Me (Explicit) - Nipsey Hussle

Lyrics by：Nipsey Hussle

Composed by：Nipsey Hussle

Motherf**kers better duck when I get cracking

'Cause I'll shoot up your block

Double-back and asked the cops

What happened

I'm from the era of the yellow-tape barrier

Double-homicide like a twelve-gauge barrel

Seen it all done it all

But I ain't dead yet

That's why I look at life like a Vietnam Vet

Young n***a selling work on the step

Workers smokin' for his car

Put in work for the set

I'm no longer only living for

The purpose of the set

Even though at that time my

Whole life was a mess

Look this hood s**t is like a

Bucket-head b***h

Yeah you know she ain't s**t

You still f**k on that b***h

And to the naked eye

It's like you stuck on that b***h

But really how you see it

You just f**king that b***h

Truth be told I really lost hope

When I was sixteen

Like f**k life 'cuz whatever n***a Sixty

That on me

Young n***a really came from nothing

Everything I got came from hustling

Man I put that on me

I was right there seven days a week

Four corners one month seven days a piece

Man I put that on me

I really bang shot n***as in they own street

New killin's in the city over old beef

That on me

Streets won't let me breathe

Sweet a gotta

I wish these streets would set me free

Man I put that on me

Take away my Grannies blessings

I be history

The bullets 'cuz shot through the

'Lac wouldn't of missed me

OT on my way back home

Out in Vegas n***a had to flush

'Bout eight zones

Two burners in the stash

10 West doing ninety

Now what you think happened

S**t Johnny got behind me

Eyes red from the smoke

Fats license revoked

Said Y'all two are straight

But the car got to go

I'm like f**k

'Cause I would jis up

I ain't superstitious

But this is some bulls**t luck

To make it worse

When we got dropped at the Truck Center

Two white boys threw a bottle like

F**k n***as

Hotels didn't want to give us a room

Two cars in they lot

They try to say that it's full

Yeah

We musta' walked 'til we found Greyhound

Spent the last the tickets

We was right downtown

That on me

Young n***a really came from nothing

Everything I got came from hustling

Man I put that on me

I was right there seven days a week

Four corners one month seven days a piece

Man I put that on me

I really bang shot n***as in they own street

New killin's in the city over old beef

That on me

Streets won't let me breathe

Sweet a got

I wish these streets would set me free

Man I put that on me