| Really came up in the field
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| Get money, get life or get killed
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| Now how the fuck it’s gone feel
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| When we starts touchin them mil’s
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| We ain’t got nothing but shells
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| We ain’t got nothing to tell
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| Watch how the story unveil
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| Bet you the hustla' prevail
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| Equity all in my deal
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| 900 dollars a meal
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| Fuck with that T-Bone and snow crab
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| Hoggy like shrimp when it’s chill
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| Slide on them leathers from frankfort
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| Smell it make sure it dont stank first
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| Test her make sure that brain work
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| Beat that shit all out the framework
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| You was just sayin my name, no?
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| I figured you know how this game go
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| So run me yo watch and yo chain bro
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| But next time I’m callin my gang tho
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| Shinin got all of chains on
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| Back of that bach gettin my brains blown
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| Ran up that check then I layed low
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| Make sure that money gone make more
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| Nigga yall witnessed it we got eight businesses hater thats bankroll
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| You could die if I say so
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| Heavy like 77th st case closed
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| Shit will get straight cold
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| Shit is just business we pull up and take souls
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| Gorillas and ape mold
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| LA county uh teach you that predator play mode
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| Really from up in the house
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| Really thumpers in the couch
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| Really say what I’m about
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| Off the block I made a whole onion
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| Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something
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| Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin
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| Bitches know I got a chain coming
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| Nigga know I got a chain coming
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| Pussy talkin know he got a fade coming
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| Pull up on me with the same thuggin
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| I ran it up with my bitch she gone get cracking with me and don’t save nothin
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| I can’t be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don’t make nothin
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| I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won’t take from me
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| In my traphouse I trust
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| About bitches I don’t give a fuck
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| Lets see how fast you can count it
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| Came up off 16 ounces
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| I just parked my wraith in the hood
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| Cook in my backwood
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| And I gotta sack for her, don’t bout you but life good
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| I ain’t been doing nothin but countin paper
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| Duckin and dodging these haters
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| Bitches they making me sick, tell em fuck em nigga get they weight up,
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| remember sittin in the house wit about a hunnid pounds
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| Pitbulls in the backyard and we gotta couple hunnid rounds
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| Nigga where the fuck you was at, I ain’t never seen you out here
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| Momma and my daddy was fucked up nigga I was forced to be out here
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| Really from up in the house
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| Really thumpers in the couch
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| Really say what I’m about
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| Off the block I made a whole onion
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| Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something
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| Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin
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| Bitches know I got a chain coming
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| Nigga know I got a chain coming
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| Pussy talkin know he got a fade coming
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| Pull up on me with the same thuggin
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| I ran it up with my bitch she gone get cracking with me and don’t save nothin
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| I can’t be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don’t make nothin
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| I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won’t take from me
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| I know they won’t take from me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Field , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album Slauson Boy 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп