Nipsey Hussle - Put That On Me lyrics

Motherfuckers better duck when I get cracking
‘Cause, I’ll shoot up your block
Double back and asked the cops
"What happened?"
I’m from the era of the yellow tape barrier
Double-homicide like a twelve-gauge barrel
Seen it all, done it all
But I ain’t dead yet
That’s why I look at life like a Vietnam Vet
Young nigga, selling work on the step
Work a smoker’ for his car
Put in work for the set
I’m no longer only living for
The purpose of the set
Even though at that time my
Whole life was a mess
Look, this hood shit is like
A bucket head bitch
Yeah, you know she ain’t shit
You still fuck on that bitch
And to the naked eye
It’s like you stuck on that bitch
But really how you see it
You just fucking that bitch truth be told
I really lost hope when I was sixteen
Like fuck life cuz, whatever nigga
This Sixty's

Man I put that on me
Young nigga, really came from nothing
Everything I got came from hustling
Man I put that on me
I was right there seven days a week
Four corners, one month, seven days a piece
Man I put that on me
I really bang, shot niggas in they own street
New killin’s in the city over old beef
Man I put that on me
Streets won’t let me breathe
I wish these streets would set me free
Man I put that on me

Take away my Grannies blessings, I be history
The bullets cuz shot through the ‘Lac
Wouldn't of missed me
OT, on my way back home out in Vegas
Nigga had to flush ‘bout eight zones
Two burners in the stash
10 West doing ninety
Now what you think happened? Shit
Johnny got behind me
Eyes red from the smoke, Fats license revoked
Said, "Y’all two are straight
But the car got to go" i’m like, "fuck"
‘Cause, I would jis up
I ain’t superstitious
But this is some bullshit luck
To make it worse
When we got dropped at the Truck Center
Two white boys, threw a bottle like
"fuck niggas"
Hotels, didn’t want to give us a room
Two cars in they lot
They try to say that it’s full (yeah)
We musta’ walked ‘til we found Greyhound
Spent the last the tickets
We was right downtown

Man I put that on me
Young nigga, really came from nothing
Everything I got came from hustling
Man I put that on me
I was right there seven days a week
Four corners, one month, seven days a piece
Man I put that on me
I really bang, shot niggas in they own street
New killin’s in the city over old beef
Man I put that on me
Streets won’t let me breathe
I wish these streets would set me free
Man I put that on me