| Motherfuckers better duck when I get cracking
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| ‘Cause I’ll shoot up your block
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| Double-back and asked the cops, «What happened?»
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| I’m from the era of the yellow-tape barrier
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| Double-homicide like a twelve-gauge barrel
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| Seen it all, done it all, but I ain’t dead yet
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| That’s why I look at life like a Vietnam Vet
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| Young nigga, selling work on the step
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| Workers smokin' for his car, put in work for the set
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| I’m no longer only living for the purpose of the set
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| Even though at that time my whole life was a mess
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| Look, this hood shit is like a bucket-head bitch
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| Yeah, you know she ain’t shit, you still fuck on that bitch
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| And to the naked eye, it’s like you stuck on that bitch
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| But really how you see it, you just fucking that bitch
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| Truth be told, I really lost hope when I was sixteen
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| Like fuck life cuz, whatever nigga, Sixty
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| Man I put that on me
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| Young nigga, really came from nothing
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| Everything I got came from hustling
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| Man I put that on me
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| I was right there seven days a week
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| Four corners, one month, seven days a piece
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| Man I put that on me
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| I really bang, shot niggas in they own street
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| New killin’s in the city over old beef
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| Man I put that on me
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| Streets won’t let me breathe
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| I wish these streets would set me free
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| Man I put that on me
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| Take away my Grannies blessings, I be history
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| The bullets cuz shot through the ‘Lac, wouldn’t of missed me
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| OT, on my way back home
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| Out in Vegas, nigga had to flush ‘bout eight zones
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| Two burners in the stash, 10 West doing ninety
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| Now what you think happened? |
| Shit, Johnny got behind me
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| Eyes red from the smoke, Fats license revoked
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| Said, «Y'all two are straight, but the car got to go»
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| I’m like, «fuck.»
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| ‘Cause I would jis up, I ain’t superstitious, but this is some bullshit luck
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| To make it worse, when we got dropped at the Truck Center
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| Two white boys, threw a bottle like, «fuck niggas»
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| Hotels, didn’t want to give us a room
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| Two cars in they lot, they try to say that it’s full
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| We musta' walked ‘til we found Greyhound
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| Spent the last the tickets, we was right downtown
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| Man I put that on me
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| Young nigga, really came from nothing
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| Everything I got came from hustling
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| Man I put that on me
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| I was right there seven days a week
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| Four corners, one month, seven days a piece
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| Man I put that on me
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| I really bang, shot niggas in they own street
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| New killin’s in the city over old beef
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| Man I put that on me
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| Streets won’t let me breathe
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| I wish these streets would set me free
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| Man I put that on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put That On Me , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album Bullets Aint Got No Name Vol.1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп