Nipsey Hussle - Hussle in the House lyrics

Look, I'm comin' straight off of Slauson
A crazy motherfucker named Nipsey
I'm turnt up cause I grew up in the 60s
Caution to you rap niggas try and diss me
I go hard that's why your bitch wanna flip me
Big guns, nigga, turn rivals into rosaries
Extended clips
I give a fuck who you 'posed to be
Straight off the block I sold
Dope to buy groceries
Now it's rap money, no advance
It's all royalties
You broke, nigga, you could follow me
It's fuck bitches, get money
Keep some hollow heads logically
And I'm from where homicide boost the economy
Pay taxes to these corners and put in work
It's a policy (Hussle, Hussle)
It's white chalk on the corners
It's yellow tape on the gates
Choppers up above
That's 'cause the Tiny Locs runs
The streets where I'm from

This is just a small introduction
To this Nipsey Hussle music
Guns, money and bitches
That's the way that we do it
First get your grind on
Then get your shine on
Then come through daytime with the lights on
(Hussle, Hussle) now hit the fast lane and
Let your chain swang
You gettin' dollars like a doctor
But you gangbang
Yeah, it's Hussle in the house
Yeah, it's Hussle in the house
(Hussle, Hussle)

Blue rag, S hat, gold on my neck fat
Gun case, catch that, cuz, Neighborhood
I rep that
Shoot first, ask last, move work, fast cash
Brynhurst, 10th Ave, squabble if you get mad
(Hussle, Hussle)
And in my lifetime, I seen a lot of death
A couple cold nights
It look like it was nothin' left
But God got me
So I got him tatted on my flesh
Slauson, nigga, you ain't heard shit yet
Cuzzy, Cobby, Hoodsta Rob, Tiny Draws
Infant Stone, when he come home, then baby
We dog
And can't forget my big brother Blacc Sam
Just a young hood nigga with
A million dollar plan

This is just a small introduction
To this Nipsey Hussle music
Guns, money and bitches
That's the way that we do it
First get your grind on
Then get your shine on
Then come through daytime with the lights on
(Hussle, Hussle) now hit the fast lane and
Let your chain swang
You gettin' dollars like a doctor
But you gangbang
Yeah, it's Hussle in the house
Yeah, it's Hussle in the house
(Hussle, Hussle) , look

I came from nothin'
So did every other rapper
Save the speculation, real banger
Gun clapper
Silence, hit the opposition with the MAC
I'll turn him into candles on
The curb over blood splats
Fuck rest in peace shirts, nigga
Where your guns at?
It done been two weeks and we
Ain't seen no get back
Type of shit is that? Your Crippin' is wack
You ain't poppin', you ain't
Turfed up, nigga, you off-deck
I promise, I'll be out lurking with the pump
Gooned up, black hoodie on
Chopper in the trunk ready to hop out
And do my motherfuckin' stuff
Six oh, nigga, that's what's up, huh

This is just a small introduction
To this Nipsey Hussle music
Guns, money and bitches
That's the way that we do it
First get your grind on
Then get your shine on
Then come through daytime with the lights on
(Hussle, Hussle) now hit the fast lane and
Let your chain swang
You gettin' dollars like a doctor
But you gangbang
Yeah, it's Hussle in the house
Yeah, it's Hussle in the house
(Hussle, Hussle)