Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Field, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Slauson Boy 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: All Money In No Money Out
Song language: English
The Field |
Really came up in the field |
Get money, get life or get killed |
Now how the fuck it’s gone feel |
When we starts touchin them mil’s |
We ain’t got nothing but shells |
We ain’t got nothing to tell |
Watch how the story unveil |
Bet you the hustla' prevail |
Equity all in my deal |
900 dollars a meal |
Fuck with that T-Bone and snow crab |
Hoggy like shrimp when it’s chill |
Slide on them leathers from frankfort |
Smell it make sure it dont stank first |
Test her make sure that brain work |
Beat that shit all out the framework |
You was just sayin my name, no? |
I figured you know how this game go |
So run me yo watch and yo chain bro |
But next time I’m callin my gang tho |
Shinin got all of chains on |
Back of that bach gettin my brains blown |
Ran up that check then I layed low |
Make sure that money gone make more |
Nigga yall witnessed it we got eight businesses hater thats bankroll |
You could die if I say so |
Heavy like 77th st case closed |
Shit will get straight cold |
Shit is just business we pull up and take souls |
Gorillas and ape mold |
LA county uh teach you that predator play mode |
Really from up in the house |
Really thumpers in the couch |
Really say what I’m about |
Off the block I made a whole onion |
Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something |
Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin |
Bitches know I got a chain coming |
Nigga know I got a chain coming |
Pussy talkin know he got a fade coming |
Pull up on me with the same thuggin |
I ran it up with my bitch she gone get cracking with me and don’t save nothin |
I can’t be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don’t make nothin |
I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won’t take from me |
In my traphouse I trust |
About bitches I don’t give a fuck |
Lets see how fast you can count it |
Came up off 16 ounces |
I just parked my wraith in the hood |
Cook in my backwood |
And I gotta sack for her, don’t bout you but life good |
I ain’t been doing nothin but countin paper |
Duckin and dodging these haters |
Bitches they making me sick, tell em fuck em nigga get they weight up, |
remember sittin in the house wit about a hunnid pounds |
Pitbulls in the backyard and we gotta couple hunnid rounds |
Nigga where the fuck you was at, I ain’t never seen you out here |
Momma and my daddy was fucked up nigga I was forced to be out here |
Really from up in the house |
Really thumpers in the couch |
Really say what I’m about |
Off the block I made a whole onion |
Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something |
Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin |
Bitches know I got a chain coming |
Nigga know I got a chain coming |
Pussy talkin know he got a fade coming |
Pull up on me with the same thuggin |
I ran it up with my bitch she gone get cracking with me and don’t save nothin |
I can’t be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don’t make nothin |
I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won’t take from me |
I know they won’t take from me |