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 yo' 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
(*Hustle) It's white chalk on the corners
It's yellow tape on the gate, choppers up above
That's Cuz and Tiny Loc's 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 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on
We come through daytime with the lights on
Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' 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

Blue rag, S-hat, gold on my neck fat
Guns case catch that, this neighborhood, I rep that
Shoot first, ask last, move work, fast cash
Brynhurst, 10th ave, squabble if you get mad
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 Black Sam
Just a young good nigga wit 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 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on
We come through daytime with the lights on
Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' 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

I came from nothin', so did every other rapper
Save the spectulation, real banger, gun clapper
Silence, any, hit the opposition with the MAC
I'll turn him into candle on the curb over blood splat
Fuck Rest in Peace shirts, nigga where ya guns at?
It done been two weeks and we ain't seen no get back
Type of shit is that, yo Crippin is wack
You ain't poppin' you ain't turnt up, nigga, you off that
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 muh'fuckin stuff
SIX-OH, NIGGA, dats wassup, 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 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on
We come through daytime with the lights on
Now hit the fast lane, and let yo' 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