Nipsey Hussle, Cuzzy Capone - Piss Poor lyrics

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw

Listen, look, walkin' up the block in Dickies
To hittin' corners on chrome
Pocket full of 20s y'all know my style
From hittin' licks and splittin' 50 50
To all expense paid trips 'cause
They request for Nipsey
Let's get this bread, nigga
Been on my grind since '99, and like I said
Nigga a broke nigga might as well
Just be a dead nigga and when you starvin'
You gon' eat whatever's fed to you
Bite the hand that feeds you
You deserve to eat lead, nigga
You pitchin' crumbs to these pigeons
You a breadwinner
All outta bread, they start
Peckin' at your head, nigga
The loyalty is gone now
So the game different
It's like we can't really ball
'cause we playin' injured
So many undercover niggas in the mix
On top of that, these cameras on these
Corners taking pictures
My niggas doin' time
I shoot a line and send a flick to
Have money on my mind, now, I, I, I get it

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw

I came a long way from playing
X to that bird cage on Slauson Avenue, yeah
Home of the real bird gang
Did my curb thang
Sat in spots 'til the bird came
Locked me in them cold chains
All over the cocaine
Cold game, movin' with no brains
Got bags of the propane and I'm right back
Doin' my own thing
I speak no names, I run with my own gangs
Stay puffin' the purple rain
Some shit ain't gon' never change
Put the blow on the block
Niggas lovin' what the weather bring
The palms of my young hands
Whiter than Kevin Federline's
Hallucinate for a minute
Go hard off the amphetamines
I got the prescription you need
Call me Mister Medicine
Distribute crack rock
You can call me Mister Medellin
Like Rafael Ochoa
'cause he get that heavy green
I wish a nigga would try and get me
I'm going out like Rocket in Colors
You bitch niggas dyin' with me

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw

Neighborhood Nip Hussle, look
Impossible odds, every boss take a loss
Still I live for my people
And I die for my squad
See, I come from the struggle
I was brought up to hustle
Me and my mama and my
Granny and my big brother
My uncle Reggie smoke dope but
We still love him
He pawned my granny wedding ring
And she still trust him if I ruled the world
I wouldn't change nothin'
I thank the Lord for my struggle
'cause I came from it hustle

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw