| Look I’m comin straight out of Slauson, a crazy motherfucker name Nipsey!
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| I’m turfed up cause I grew up in the Sixties!
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| Caution! |
| To you rap niggas try and diss me!
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| I go hard that’s why yo' bitch wanna flip me
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| Big guns niggas turn rivals into rosaries
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| Extended clips I give a fuck who you 'posed to be
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| Straight off the block I sold dope to buy groceries
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| Now it’s rap money no advance it’s all royalties
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| You broke nigga you could follow me
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| It’s fuck bitches get money keep some hollow tips logically
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| And I’m from where homicide boost the economy
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| Pay taxes to these corners and put in work it’s a policy
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| It’s white chalk on the corners
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| It’s yellow tape on the gates… choppers up above
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| That’s Cause and turnin Loc’s runs the streets where I’m from
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| This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music
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| Plus money and bitches that’s the way that we do it
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| First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on
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| We come through daytime with the lights on
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| Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' chain swang
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| You gettin dollars like a doctor but you gangbang
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| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house
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| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house
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| Blue rag, S-hat, gold on my neck fat
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| Guns case catch that, neighborhood, I rep that
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| Shoot first, ask last, move work, fast cash
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| hurst, tip dabs, squabble if you get mad
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| And in my lifetime, I seen a lot of death
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| A couple cold nights, it look like it was nothin left
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| But God got me, so I got him tatted on my flesh
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| Slauson — nigga, you ain’t heard shit yet
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| Cuzzy, Cobby, Hoodsta Rob, Tiny Draws
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| Dippin Stone, when he come home — then baby, we dog
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| And cain’t forget my big brother Black Sanchez
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| A young nigga with a million dollar plan
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| This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music
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| Guns money and bitches that’s the way that we do it
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| First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on
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| We come through daytime with the lights on
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| Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' chain swang
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| You gettin dollars like a doctor but you gangbang
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| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house
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| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house
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| I came from nothin — so did every other rapper
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| Save the spectulation, real banger, gun clapper
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| SILENCE! |
| — Henny, I’ll posses you with the Mac
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| I’ll turn him into candle on the curb over blood splat
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| Fuck Rest in Peace shirts, nigga where ya guns at?
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| Hittin been two weeks and we ain’t seen no get back
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| Type of shit is that, yo Crippin is wack
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| You ain’t poppin you ain’t turfed up, nigga — you off deck
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| I promise, I’ll be out helpin with the pump
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| Gooned up, black hoody on, chopper in the trunk
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| Ready to hop out, and do my muh’fuckin stuff
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| SIX-OH, NIGGA, dats wassup — HUH!
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| This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music
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| Guns money and bitches that’s the way that we do it
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| First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on
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| We come through daytime with the lights on
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| Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' chain swang
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| You gettin dollars like a doctor but you gangbang
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| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house
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| Yeah! |
| It’s Hussle in the house |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hussle in the House , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album Bullets Ain't Got No Name Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп