One Take Freestyle
(专辑: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 1 - 2008)
Uh-huh, yeah, hustle music Break down your blunts, roll up your kush Get your mind right Y'all feel comfortable, early morning, check it out I'm on the
block with these rocks, posted, loc'ing Low-key, so Johnny think I'm smoking, focused On nothing more than getting to my quota, hoping The
block roll before they start patrolling, I'm knowing They watching us, binoculars and scoping Bumping up the
smokers, tryna ask 'em what I
sold 'em My mind state: money over everything underneath the
sun And death cock the
barrel of my gun, it go bang Don't ask me why I
gangbang, no thang It's easy, believe me, the
coppers, they need me I
pay their salary, they know that My calories were way too heavy to stop, I'm on the
block I'm chopping down ounces, halfs, sevens Boulders, dimes, nicks, whatever I'm going, forever, I'm never gon' stop it The
profit, I
flip it, the
spots, I'm switching The
Glocks, I
spit at any nigga looking like oppo-sition And any action, it got conse-quences And death around is about as common as sense is Case it go bang, case it go spray, case it go pow Case it go after the
enemies I
wacked out Case it go before the
guy owe ya knocked out Case it go through the
plywood holding up your house, it ain't Man, I'm tryna hold your key to the
city The
key to having cake, no break, full grizzly Silverback gorilla catching cocaine frisbees Cooking up a
cookie on a
propane chimney Nipsey, Hussle in the
house, I'm 'bout my paper If money is a
bitch, then I'm a
rapist 'cause I
take her It's funny niggas spit about the
game like they a
player But they ain't Shaq and Kobe so they just another Laker And they don't rap they life, so they just another faker They fronting for these hoes, hoes fronting for the
dough And me, I'm front and center, with this hustling, I'm a
pro Last name, Hussle, first name, Nipsey See, I'ma stay fresh, y'all can stay bummy Y'all can chase pussy, but I'ma chase money You only live once, and niggas die young You live by the
bullet, you gon' die by the
gun Coming off of Slauson, where niggas hate your guts See you riding high, they wanna set you up Probably jealous of ya, never get enough Money ain't the
root of all evil nigga, what? Look into my eyes and tell me what you see I've been on the
grind since the
age of 14 Started with a
quarter, bought my first bucket Bought my first gun, said "Fuck it" then I
bust it It ain't the
ones I
fucked off, it's the
ones I
fuck with It ain't the
ones I
tramp treat, it's the
ones I
trusted Jealousy and envy, I
see it all around me Kill because I'm up, if I
was broke, they'd probably clown me But I
don't give a
fuck about this small talk Road to the
riches, they stuck up in the
crosswalk I
blow past 'em, though And burn rubber off Pirelli low pros My leather's so soft and I'm riding solo My sunroof cracked and I'm blowing out smoke All they said was "Hussle, don't light up no mo'" All I
do is hustle, so in light of my goal I
do what the
fuck I
tell myself to Do not what the
fuck you try to tell me So nigga, fuck you, we could squabble, we could shoot We could play the
same game, we could act like it's cool But you won't get me, before I
get you