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[Zmeselo]

IN HONOR OF:

Hussle in the House

Nipsey Hussle

[Verse One]
Look, I'm comin straight off of Slauson
A crazy [deleted] named Nipsey
I'm turnt up cause I grew up in the 60s
Caution to you rap [ deleted ] try and diss me
I go hard that's why yo' [deleted] wanna flip me
Big guns [ deleted ], turn rivals into rosaries
Extended clips I give a [deleted] 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 [ deleted ] you could follow me
It's [deleted] 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse Two]
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 - [ deleted ], you ain't heard [deleted] 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 good [ deleted ] wit a million dollar plan

[Chorus]
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

[Verse Three]
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
[deleted] Rest in Peace shirts, [ deleted ] where ya guns at?
It done been two weeks and we ain't seen no get back
Type of [deleted] is that, yo Crippin is wack
You ain't poppin you ain't turnt up, [ deleted ], you off that
I promise, I'll be out lurking with the pump
Gooned up, black hoody on, chopper in the trunk
Ready to hop out, and do my muh'fuckin stuff
SIX-OH, [ deleted ], dats wassup, HUH!

[Chorus]
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

Produced By: Detroit Red

Written By: Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: December 4, 2008

[Zmeselo]

Bullets Ain't Got No Names

Nipsey Hussle

[Chorus]
Why you [ deleted ] outside without no gun
You think this [deleted] is a game?
But no, no, not at all
I'll hop out gunnin' and show you [ deleted ] I ain't playin'
Pull the trigger, shoot that [ deleted ]
Make sure that you get him
Cause bullets ain't got no names
Pull the trigger, shoot that [ deleted ]
Make sure that you get him
Cause bullets ain't got no names
Why you [ deleted ] outside without no gun
You think this [deleted] is a game?
But no, no, not at all
I'll hop out gunnin' and show you [ deleted ] I ain't playin'
Cause bullets ain't got no names

[Verse 1]
Why you [ deleted ] act as if your body built to survive the shots
Knowing damn well after I get crackin' you gon' be outlined in chalk
The sun is shining and still it's raining
If you don't wanna get wet, then boy stop hanging
My hood is warring, so ain't no warnings
[ deleted ]'ll take your life, now your moms is mourning
I done seen it happen when we got crackin'
Six minutes later they got right back at us
Ten minutes later we was right back at them
My burner so hot it put a hole in my mattress
Bullets ain't got no names

[Chorus]
Why you [ deleted ] outside without no gun
You think this [deleted] is a game?
But no, no, not at all
I'll hop out gunnin' and show you [ deleted ] I ain't playin'
Pull the trigger, shoot that [ deleted ]
Make sure that you get him
Cause bullets ain't got no names
Pull the trigger, shoot that [ deleted ]
Make sure that you get him
Cause bullets ain't got no names

[Verse 2]
The sun is shining and still it's raining
And you ain't gotta ask where he from, just spray him
By the look up on his face, you could tell he bangin'
See the look up on his face when that thing start ringin'
One down, two to go, suspect usual
Murder scene, the routine ain't new to you
Switch cars, double back, one down, double that
Yellow tape the gate where they [ deleted ] at
Some [ deleted ] need a bullet before they learn they lesson
You still ain't got your gun, you ain't got the message
My enemies they know, they say he got extras
When I come through I only got one question
("Why you [ deleted ] keep hangin' out?")

[Chorus]
Why you [ deleted ] outside without no gun
You think this [deleted] is a game?
But no, no, not at all
I'll hop out gunnin' and show you [ deleted ] I ain't playin'
Pull the trigger, shoot that [ deleted ]
Make sure that you get him
Cause bullets ain't got no names
Pull the trigger, shoot that [ deleted ]
Make sure that you get him
Cause bullets ain't got no names


Written By: Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: September 26, 2008

[Zmeselo]

Question #1

Nipsey Hussle

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
Looking at the legend I become, [ deleted ]
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, [ deleted ]
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, [ deleted ]

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
I'm a 108 bus catching
Blue line train riding, westsider with the young extras
These old rules came with no questions
Wrong to live by them but it's no exceptions
Was young and reckless with loaded weapons
The code of ethics lead to self destruction
When it's over, you left with nothing
This life ain't it boy, better check the subtext
Or the fine print, felt entitled to this fly [deleted]
Felt like every bad [deleted] should be on my [deleted]
Felt like [ deleted ] lied to us on some fraud [deleted]
[deleted] it, that's just how the ball bounce on some boss [deleted]
Right here with all my brothers, on some squad [deleted]
All money, one nation under God [deleted]
Naybahood, Nipsey Hussle, on some boss [deleted]
AKA [ deleted ] born broke, gotta die rich

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
In my city, that was question number 1, [ deleted ]
Looking like the legend I become, [ deleted ]
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, [ deleted ]
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, [ deleted ]

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
A [ deleted ] had the nerve to walk up on me ask me where I'm from
I told him I ain't bang, he didn't listen so I gave him one
Not the cididy one, [ deleted ] try to hit him up
Now you wanna get him up, set it up and wet it up
Now from the hood, checking [ deleted ] on the daily
Started off BG, OG, baby
Real live homie, two heaters in my seat
Had to check a [ deleted ] at the Compton Swap Meet
Where you from? I don't bang
Where you live? Where you hang?
Say the wrong thing, and bang
Lights out, kites out to the homies in the pen
Crippin' in the city, we ain't let the cuz in
A lot of [ deleted ] camouflage, try to blend in to fit in
Get a hood rat so they set in
But if she got a brother, a daddy, or a cousin
They hit your [deleted] up like [deleted], where you from cuh?

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
In my city, that was question number 1, [ deleted ]
Looking like the legend I become, [ deleted ]
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, [ deleted ]
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
What they call you where you from, [ deleted ]?
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, [ deleted ]

Featuring: Snoop Dogg

Produced By: Mike N Keys & Lamar "Mars" Edwards

Written By: Snoop Dogg & Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: June 13, 2016

[Zmeselo]

Feelin' Myself

Nipsey Hussle

[Hook: Lloyd]
I'm I-I feelin' myself
I I-I I I-I I’m feelin; myself
I-I-I-I-I’m so fresh and I can’t help it
I’m so fresh and I can't help it

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le]
I used to wake up in the dope spot and turn my swag on
Wasn’t hopping out the bed, cause I was sleeping on the floor
Back then y'all was sleeping on the flow
Used to get it on the block I had to keep it on the low
My cash grow like pinnochio’s nose
Bulletproof, seven series, yeah we set em on fours
Out of every new [ deleted ] I’m the one the city chose
Now can’t a muthafucker knock me out my zone, and that's why

[Hook: Lloyd]

[Bridge: Nipsey Hu$$le]
And when they see me, me they like, like, like, like, like. (yeah)
I make the girls go (Oh oo Oh) go, go, go, go
And when I step in they see me they like, like, like, like. (yeah)
I make the girls go (Oh oo Oh) go, go

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Yes y'all, I got the money and respect y'all
You seen the movie so you know what's comes next y'all
The women, the power, the haters tryna catch ya’ll
The game ain't change, just the pieces on the chess board
Hottest on the West, Dollars to invest
Ex fella, still I got your kids college on my neck
They said it wouldn’t work, cause I'mma rider from the set
But being you pays on, you should try it for yourself
And that's why

[Hook: Lloyd]

[Bridge: Nipsey Hu$$le]

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le & Lloyd]

[Nipsey Hu$$le]
We’re standing on the couches, lighting up kush blunts
I'm the type of [ deleted ] that's gon’ take it if she look once
You the typa [ deleted ] that she gon’ have waiting for 2 months
For your head first base, I done scored 2 runs
Now ask some questions to clarify your view homes
First one being: “what type of [deleted] is you on?”
It ain't my fault your girl got to choose home’s
Just blame it on the yellow gold Roley with the blue stones

[Lloyd]
So if you don’t need no help cause your feeling yourself somebody say
Yeah yoh yeah, Yeah yoh yeah
And if you know you so cool and its all about you let me hear you say
Yeah yoh yeah, Yeah yoh yeah

[Nipsey repeating]
Yes Yes Y'all..
Yes Yes Y'all..
Yes Yes Y'all..
Yes Yes Y'all..
Hussle

[Hook: Lloyd]

Featuring: Lloyd

Produced By: 1500 or Nothin'

Written By: Lloyd & Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: August 12, 2010

[Zmeselo]

They Know

Nipsey Hussle

[Verse 1]
Can't stop this money marathon but they gonna try regardless
When you go as hard as Hussle they gonna pay you homage
Add my jewellery up 100,000 dollars
Plus I got the pink slips to the foreign [deleted] that I be drivin'
Built my road to riches over lack of options
Out the trunk of my blue cutlass with my back to Slauson
Now my car's fresh off the lot and hoes got low mileage
Flying out getting paid 10 thousand a show, I'm in
2A with my seat back with my window up
Thinking bout the funny [ deleted ] that done switched it up
We made some plans most of them stuck
So tell me one good reason I should give a [deleted]

[Hook]
They know, still cleaning up on the road
Living fast sip slow
Spending cash to get mo
They know, keep a gun everywhere I go
Riding round getting dough
Living fast and sip slow
They know, still cleaning up on the road
Living fast and sip slow
Keep a gun everywhere I go
They know, still ride around getting dough
Livin fast and sip slow
Gun everywhere I go, they know

[Verse 2]
Tattoos on my face tattoos on my neck
Pistols in my stash one [deleted] make those eject
[ deleted ] hate, no effect
Can’t get close enough to touch so
Hoes throw me sex
Posted, Don't sleep cuz I won't slip
Won’t lose cause I won’t quit
Life is hard, yeah no [deleted]
But I’m a real [ deleted ] so I don't [deleted]
That go for my whole clique, self made I don’t owe [deleted]
Only ride to my own [deleted]
I’m so fly I’m oh [deleted] I mean so fly I don’t know [deleted]
My offence I got no kicks I don’t touch guns I got no prints
And I’m so fly and I got no tints
Riding round without no rims
Why? cause I did that and like '06 but they know this

[Hook]
They know, still cleaning up on the road
Living fast sip slow
Spending cash to get mo
They know, keep a gun everywhere I go
Riding round getting dough
Living fast and sip slow
They know, still cleaning up on the road
Living fast and sip slow
Keep a gun everywhere I go
They know, still ride around getting dough
Livin fast and sip slow
Gun everywhere I go, they know

[Verse 3]
Yeah that’s right, that’s right
[ deleted ] don’t grind, [ deleted ] don’t eat
That’s life, that’s life
Yeah
See I was on the road but I’m back right
TMC this that right new shows booked and new tracks right
Yeah every [ deleted ] out here act like
But just a few of us live that life you know first class
And got racks right yeah
We just sticking to the facts right
Rich before rap got crack right
Lost everything and got back right
Yeah so let’s sip slow to this fast life
We gonna do the same thing today and we passed out from last night
But it’s cool cuz my stacks right if I’m in the club then it's packed tight
People lie but my stats right and in my last life I was a flash light
Nah, I’m just sayin' though I'm that bright
It don't even make sense like a black light
How I came put the city on my back no [ deleted ] cosign
Guess I’m just that type
But it’s a marathon, run a lap life
My young [ deleted ] homie got that flight
And [ deleted ] ain’t tryin’ to fight Fatz, right?
And Blacc Sam got the mac, right?

[Hook]
They know, still cleaning up on the road
Living fast sip slow
Spending cash to get mo
They know, keep a gun everywhere I go
Riding round getting dough
Living fast and sip slow
They know, still cleaning up on the road
Living fast and sip slow
Keep a gun everywhere I go
They know, still ride around getting dough
Livin fast and sip slow
Gun everywhere I go, they know

Written By: Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: November 1, 2011

[Zmeselo]

Bigger Than Life

Nipsey Hussle

[Nipsey Hussle]
I dont want your love
It’s not why I make music
I owe myself, I told myself back then that I would do this
And I always look so out of reach
It just seems so confusing
That I felt my place in life
A young black man its seems so useless
That I don’t want no help
Just let me suffer through this
The world would not know Jesus Christ if there was never Judas
This knife thats in my back
It’d be the the truth that introduced us
And the distance inbetween us
Its the proof of my conclusion
So life is what you make it
I hope you make a movement
Hope your opportunity survives the opportunist
Hoping as you walk across the sand you see my shoeprint
And you follow, til it change your life, it’s all an evolution
And I hope you find your passion, cause I found mine in this music
But I hope it’s not material cause that’s all an illusion
And they all in colusion
This racist institution double standard
Acting like they not the reason we ruthless
[June Summers - Hook]
Tonight is my night
This is my moment
Feeling bigger than life
But I gotta own it
Its a victory
Lets make history

[Nipsey Hussle - Verse 2]
Look at where I started and look at where I’m standing
Y’all can say its luck
But I know that its planning
Shout out to the pain
That gave me understanding
Shout out to my gang
It turned me to a savage
So [ deleted ] could say what they want to
But I go through what they haven’t
But it’s not ego driven, it’s not me boasting and bragging
This road I chose to go down
Hard to slow down when in traffic
In order for me to grow I had to let go of some habits
And its easy to say I’m on now cause you see it, and it happens
But before it ever did I had to believe and get it cracking
So I’m gon take you back then, 32 shots and my mack 10
With a dream minus the means my early teens was fucking tragic
And deep inside my mind is buried crimes you can’t imagine
That I wrestle with the night demons that I fight I can’t get past it
So no matter how straight your cash get
It don’t matter if you plastic
I was looking for the lights and all we stumbled across was flashes
But tonight…
[Hook]

[June Summers - Bridge]
Bigger than average life
I’m brighter than Vegas lights
Feeling like I can’t lose
Any other day I do
Its feels like I’m 8 feet tall
Tonight is my night
For sure, for sure

[Nipsey Hussle]
So if it’s meant, than it’s gon be
People love it, cause they know it’s the real me
The cops hate it, so they hope my homies kill me
But I don’t want the fame, I just want y’all to feel me
It’s my time, so I’m going in
We ball till we fall, [deleted] how the story ends
We see these [ deleted ] hatin’
I know you hoes plotting
I ain't worried bout it
Cause I know God got me
Say I know God got me
Yeah I know God got me
Yeah I know God got me
See I ain't worried bout it
Cause I know God got me
Once in a lifetime [deleted] you know
Song dedicated to everybody out there with a muthaf-cking dream
F-CK what they say, do your [deleted]

[Hook]
Tonight is my night
This is my moment
Feeling bigger than life
But I gotta own it
Its a victory
Lets make history

[Nipsey Hussle]
The marathon N*gga , This [deleted] ain't gone stop until I say its gone' stop
It ain't gone' stop until you say its gone' stop
And it ain't gone be unless you make it
It's yo time get up off yo [deleted], Ten toes down out here you know?
I swear to God I shed tears in this Mutha' F*cka' booth
To my N*ggas that's gone And can't be here with me
For the ones that is
Shout out my beautiful baby girl Imani
Shout out my big bro Blacc Sam
Shout my n*gga facts
Shout out my bro Alex

Release Date: January 1, 2012

[Zmeselo]

Racks in the Middle

Nipsey Hussle

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I was ridin' ’round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I was riding ’round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this [deleted]
I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young [ deleted ] been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
We was lurking on 'em, ain't show no mercy on 'em
We was goin' back to back, we put a curfew on 'em
It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us
We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us
Limo tint the V-12, double check the details
Gotta cross my T’s and dot my I’s or I can't sleep well
Millions off of retail
Once again, I prevail
Knew that [deleted] was over from the day I dropped my presale
Hold up, let the beat build
See me in the streets still
I been fightin’ battles up a steep hill
They gave my road dog twelve, it was a sweet deal
And I been ridin' solo tryna rebuild
Look

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this [deleted]
I been pullin’ up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young [ deleted ] been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin'
Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven
If they catch me wit' it, gon' send me off to prison
Judge ain't sympathizin', court don't show forgiveness
Engine in the Lambo drownin' out the music
Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold Cubans
Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish
Closin' Escrow twice this month, both commercial units
Damn, I wish my [ deleted ] Fatts was here
How you die thirty somethin' after banging all them years?
Grammy-nominated, in the sauna sheddin' tears
All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear
But I don't wipe 'em though
We just embrace the only life we know
If it was me, I would tell you, "[ deleted ], live your life and grow"
I'd tell you, "Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know?
And gas the V-12 to the pipe and smoke"

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this [deleted]
I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young [ deleted ] been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Another million dollar bail, that's just some regular [deleted]
See my granny on a jet, some [deleted] I'll never forget
Next day we flew to Vegas, with my Puma connects
We break bread, we ain't new to success
Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps
Cold game, but I knew it was Chess
As a youth in the set
Learn the game, you a student at best
But it's a couple things you can expect
Look, just like money know money, [ deleted ], shooters respect
Other shooters we was both, don't want my crew on your neck
I'm on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath
I do the dash with the blues on the deck

[Outro: Roddy Ricch]
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm

Featuring: Hit-Boy & Roddy Ricch

Produced By: G-Dav, Corbett & Hit-Boy

Written By: Corbett, G-Dav, Hit-Boy, Roddy Ricch & Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: February 15, 2019

[Zmeselo]

Last Time That I Checc'd

Nipsey Hussle

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Last time that I checked, it was five chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked, I was sellin' zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked, I'm the street's voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked, first get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
I been self-made from the dribble
I was been sayin' I'ma kill em, look
Playin' no games with you [ deleted ]
Pop clutch, switch lanes on you [ deleted ], look
I laid down the game for you [ deleted ]
Taught you how to charge more than what they paid for you [ deleted ]
Own the whole thing for you [ deleted ]
Re-invest, double up then explained for you [ deleted ]
It gotta be love, who run the city? It gotta be cuz
This for the pieces I took off the Monopoly board
And ya'll [ deleted ] false claims, it gotta be fraud
Just keep the hood up out your mouth and you gotta be charged
I doubled up, tripled up, [ deleted ] what?
Banged on the whole game, I ain't give a [deleted]
Nobody trippin', had no business, got my digits up
And when I drop, you know I'm 'bout to [deleted] the city up

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Last time that I checked, it was five chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked, I was sellin' zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked, I'm the street's voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked, first get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
And I come through fly (check) no co-sign
I ain't need radio to do mine, I done fine
And I take my time (check) and take my tribe
Every level that I crossed in this game like state lines
It was visionary, either I'm genius or you [ deleted ] scary
Maybe it's both and this balance I deliver daily
For every [ deleted ] in the streets tryna feed the babies
The single mama's workin' hard not to miss a payment
And dirty money get washed on royalty statements
Black owners in this game of powerful racists
Young [ deleted ] in the set that's doin' it makeshift
Out the garage is how you end up in charge
It's how you end up in penthouses, end up in cars
It's how you start off a curb server, end up a boss
It's how you win the whole thing and lift up a cigar
With sweat drippin' down your face 'cause the mission was hard

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Last time that I checked, it was 5 chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked, I was sellin' zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked, I'm the street's voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked, first get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

[Verse 3: YG]
Last time that I checked, I got the front end and the back
We on the way and that's a fact
This real, this ain't rap, where everybody wanna act pro-black
(They don't really wanna [deleted] with us) The last lie you heard, this ain't that
This that, "I done made it out the gutter" [deleted]
Nip told you "[deleted] the middle man", I told you "[deleted] a [deleted]"
[deleted] wearin' their clothes, I wear my own [deleted]
Ya'll can own ya'll label, I own my own, [deleted]!
Aye Nip, I remember all that game you taught me
Don't [deleted] around and get played by these label owners
Talk that [deleted] to these [ deleted ], Adrien Broner
But secure the win though, don't let that game fold you
Cause when this game over, it's really game over
And all they do is play the game 'til this game over
And you be givin' game like a big brother
Mission, never let 'em take it from us

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Last time that I checked, it was 5 chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked, I was sellin' zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked, I'm the street's voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked, first get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

Featuring: YG

Produced By: Kacey Khaliel, Brody Brown, Larrance Dopson & Mike N Keys

Written By: Nipsey Hussle, YG, John Groover, Michael Ray Cox Jr., Zairyus Jackson, Larrance Dopson & Brody Brown

Release Date: February 16, 2018

[Zmeselo]

Picture Me Rollin

Nipsey Hussle

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Picture me rollin', tippin' my chaueffer
[ deleted ] look jealous, you gotta control it
Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda
Feeling connected to God, tryna' get closer
Steppin' on roaches, me and my locsters
Just tryina get over, tryina not to get swallowed by locusts
Tryn' to stay focus, kinda like Moses
Like somebody chose us, sweat on my shoulder
Like somebody chose us, sweat on my shoulder
I feel these emotions, but still i keep going
A pen to a poet
I been through the motions
I’m feeling heroic but life is a dice game
And they dare you to blow it
You might get a stripe man, but that ain't gon' pay for the strollers
Its never enough to console her
Telling, your daddy’s a soldier
She needs you right now in this moment
Not dead on your back pushing roses
To me i'm just carving this sculpture
You fine tune with my approaches
Doubling back as a owner
The moment of truth is upon us
Call the promoters

[Chorus: Overdoz]
Picture me rollin' rollin' rollin'
Me and my friends not worried
Then we get stopped by the police
Gotta make it home to my baby
Cause these days [ deleted ] goin' crazy
Gotta make it home to my baby
Cause this is they say me
Gotta make it home to my baby, Holla up, yeah
Look i bet i'mma make it home to my baby (bang bang)
I bet i'mma make it home to my baby
I say, i bet i'mma make it home to you, baby

Featuring: OverDoz.

Produced By: Larrance Dopson, Jake One, The Futuristiks & Tariq Beats

Written By: Nipsey Hussle, Larrance Dopson, Jake One, Tariq Beats, The Futuristiks & OverDoz.

Release Date: July 11, 2016

[Zmeselo]

Double Up

Nipsey Hussle

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & Belly]

Double up
Three or four times, I ain't tellin no lies, I just run it up
Never let a hard time humble us
Do-do-double up
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (yeah)
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three two
That's time, I got, to you
That money, my dreams, come true
My life, in diamonds, who knew?
Who knew? Who knew?

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]

Turned 7 to a 14
14 to a whole thing
Lord knows it's a cold game
Switched up on you hoes, mayne
Big body take both lanes
Backseat blowin' propane
All black, five gold chains
Young rich [ deleted ] bossed up on his own mayne
My new [deleted] sound like it's "Soul Train"
Tookie Williams over Coltrane
Eric B by the rope chain
RSC, we fo' sho bang
Tiny locs and they go crazy
What you know about the dope game?
Was you born in the 80's? Did your mama smoke cocaine?
Have you ever seen a whole thang?
What you drove through to the streets cause you grew up on short change?
Fucked up when the dope age
It remind me when these rappers drop duds and they clothes change
Had the part with the low fade
I would stand in front of Nix wit my sack for the whole day
Drive-by's, that was road rage
Then we park and hop out, learn levels to this whole thang
Old school play the O'Jays
Tryna make a slow change, mama still slavin' for a low wage
Tryna

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & Belly]

Double up
Three or four times, I ain't tellin no lies, I just run it up
Never let a hard time humble us
Do-do-double up
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (yeah)
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three two
That's time, I got, to you
That money, my dreams, come true
My life, in diamonds, who knew?
Who knew? Who knew?

[Post-Chorus: Belly & Dom Kennedy]

I leave it behind if you let me
I probably got drowned just to hold you down
I'd jump off the ledge if you with me
I'd break you up, you just let me down
Let me down
Got my All Money In chain too
Let me down

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]

It's hard to catch what you can't see
I grew up to be who I wanna be, so
The more [ deleted ] talk I'ma shine
Might a been way before its time
Posted wit my back against the wall
Life is a [deleted] but she mine
The rag six deuce yeah it's mine
"The Westside II", yeah it's mine
What you know about
Your poster on the wall like the dealership?
Leave her in the bed, legs tremblin'
Gettin' banged on for your Pendleton's
What you know about
Your response be the reason you exist?
Lucky I ain't get caught up in the twist
Young [ deleted ], blue pager on my hip so
As the champagne spill
And the car accelerate and the beat gon' cry
I be goin' to the bank at least three, four times
Getting handshakes from the branch managers
We keep doing fly [deleted] when the cameras cut

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & Belly]
Double up
Three or four times, I ain't tellin no lies, I just run it up
Never let a hard time humble us
Do-do-double up
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (yeah)
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three two
That's time, I got, to you
That money, my dreams, come true
My life, in diamonds, who knew?
Who knew? Who knew?

[Post-Chorus: Belly]

I leave it behind if you let me
I probably got drowned just to hold you down
I'd jump off the ledge if you with me
I'd break you up, you just let me down
Let me down
Let me down

Featuring: Dom Kennedy & Belly

Produced By: Teddy Walton, IAMNOBODI, Axl Folie, Larrance Dopson, Mike N Keys & Lamar "Mars" Edwards

Written By: Teddy Walton, Axl Folie, Alexander Chigbue, Nipsey Hussle, Dom Kennedy, Belly, Larrance Dopson, John Groover, Michael Ray Cox Jr. & David Camon

Release Date: February 16, 2018

[Zmeselo]

I Don't Stress (Stressed Out)

Nipsey Hussle

[Intro]
I don't stress out, [ deleted ]
Poke my chest out, [ deleted ]
Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, [ deleted ]
Get it right or you get left out, [ deleted ]

[Verse 1]
Playin' Pac in my cassette loud, [ deleted ]
I remember feelin' like a stepchild, [ deleted ]
I would hate to see my momma stressed out, [ deleted ]
Black Sam would tell me, "poke your chest out, [ deleted ]"
I could die today I've made the set proud, [ deleted ]
And I could fly away, but I respect vows, [ deleted ]
Used to always say I'd make the whole world feel this
Now I'm on the tour around the whole world, [ deleted ]
Paparazzi waitin' at my hotel, [ deleted ]
Smokin' while I'm drivin' that's with no L's, [ deleted ]
20 bands a month just for your bills, [ deleted ]
Princess cut diamonds up in your grill, [ deleted ]
Now smile in every camera and show you're a trill [ deleted ]
You feed 'em what you want cause that's your kill, [ deleted ]
And through the darkest days I was like, "oh well, [ deleted ]"
Westside neighborhood against the whole world, [ deleted ]

[Hook]
I don't stress out, [ deleted ]
Poke my chest out, [ deleted ]
Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, [ deleted ]
Get it right or you get left out, [ deleted ]

[Verse 2]
I never fold under mental pressure
I get better, ain't no code to y'all misconception
I'm just special, this an ode to my innersection
And God bless and save my soul from this imperfection
I can't measure with a number, all these [ deleted ] restin'
But it's a lot when you that young to witness life and death
You shellshocked, but ain't no tears involved
Accept it all, that's how the world revolve
Every 12 months you live another year you ball
Hindsight, it's 20-20 that was really God
Cause lookin' back it' ain't no reason why we ain't get caught
Mission after mission, we was trippin'
Me and Baby Bolt Da Fatts in Lil Killa Dave's kitchen
Police in the front, pistols in the court
When it hit the fan you get to find out who you are
Nervous as a [deleted], was sweat drippin' down my palms
And think through it, thug, you got to stay calm

[Hook]
I don't stress out, [ deleted ]
Poke my chest out, [ deleted ]
Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, [ deleted ]
Get it right or you get left out, [ deleted ]

[Verse 3]
Playin' BIG in my cassette loud, [ deleted ]
I remember feelin' like the best out, [ deleted ]
They ain't feel me then, but I'm a threat now, [ deleted ]
I'm the one that represent the West now, [ deleted ]
Almost didn't make it cause the set foul, [ deleted ]
[deleted]'ll chip you quicker than the West now, [ deleted ]
Lock you up in cages, how it went down, [ deleted ]
Ship you out of town, you need to pen pal, [ deleted ]
Plenty times I've felt like this the end now, [ deleted ]
But I catch my 2nd wind around the 10th round, [ deleted ]
Only God knows to where it went down, [ deleted ]
But if you see us up that's cause we been down, [ deleted ]
Stand up, we don't never sit down, [ deleted ]
Man up, go and get a Benz now, [ deleted ]
Damn cuhz, look at how my campaign killin'
Panoramic views, chillin' under 12-foot ceilings
[Outro]
I don't stress out, [ deleted ]
I don't stress out, [ deleted ]

Produced By: Lamar "Mars" Edwards, Tariq Beats & Mike N Keys

Written By: Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: July 25, 2016

[Zmeselo]

Grinding All My Life

Nipsey Hussle

[Chorus]
All my life, been grindin' all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, got to roll the dice
That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look
All my life, been grindin' all my life (Yeah)
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price (Whoa)
Want a slice, got to roll the dice
That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look

[Verse 1]
I'm married to this game, that's who I made my wife
Said I'll die alone, I told that [deleted] she prolly right
One thing that's for sure, not a stranger to this life
Got a safe that's full of Franklins and a shoulder full of stripes (Ah)
Don't know a [ deleted ] like myself
I say self-made, meanin' I designed myself
County jail fades, you could pull my file yourself
Spot raid, swallow rocks, I'm gettin' high myself
Look, damn right, I like the life I built
I'm from west side, 60, [deleted], I might got killed
Standin' so tall, they think I might got stilts
Legendary baller, like Mike, like Wilt
'96 Impala, thug life on wheels
Up against the walls, squabble at Fox Hills
Like a [deleted]' boss, ask me how I feel
Successful street [ deleted ] touchin' them first mills (Whoa)

[Chorus]
All my life, been grindin' all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, got to roll the dice
That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look
All my life, been grindin' all my life (Yeah)
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price (Whoa)
Want a slice, got to roll the dice
That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look

[Verse 2]
I got everythin' I said I was gon' get on my kid
In addition to that fact, I went legit, I'm the [deleted]
Now accordin' to the way that I'm positioned in this biz
It look like I'm just gon' keep on gettin' rich (Ah)
Know them west side RSC's is us
LAPD on my [deleted], I'ma squeeze and bust
If a rap [ deleted ] diss, Swiss cheese his bus
All this rap money, [ deleted ], look I need too much
Money, loyalty and love, in the dream we trust
You'll be switchin' up the players on your team too much
Tiny Cobby, that's my loc, Young Supreme, what's up?
And we travel 'round the world gettin' cream and what
Ain't you get off on whoever Hussle seem to rush
Las Vegas, strip pop, yeah, you creamed them punks
After all that lookin' tough, all he seen was stumps
50 Cent and Mayweather fleed the scene with us, true story

[Chorus]
All my life, been grindin' all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, got to roll the dice
That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look
All my life, been grindin' all my life (Yeah)
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price (Whoa)
Want a slice, got to roll the dice
That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life, look

Produced By: Murda Beatz

Written By: Nipsey Hussle, Askia Fountain & Murda Beatz

Release Date: March 7, 2017

[Zmeselo]

Hussle & Motivate

Nipsey Hussle

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]

Pull up in motorcades, I got a show today
This all I'm tryna do, hustle and motivate
Choppers and throwaways, hustle the Hova way
That's why they follow me, huh? They think I know the way
Cause I took control of things, ballin' the solo way
And if you pattern my trend, I make you my protege
Slauson Ave. soldier raised, [ deleted ] don't know them days
Take you in back of the buildings, make you expose your rage
Take you across the tracks, make you explode a face
Now you official now, but you got a soul to save
I just been cookin' that new, I'm bout to drop in a few
Think if I call it the great, the people gon' call it the truth
Ain't really trip on the credit, I just paid all of my dues
I just respected the game, now my name all in the news
Trippin' on all of my moves, quote me on this, got a lot more to prove
'Member I came in this [deleted], fresh out the county with nothin' to lose

[Chorus: Maurice David Wade]

And I don't do this for nothin', nah, from the ground up, yeah
But I don't do this [deleted] for nothin', no, not at all, not at all, yeah
My momma need rent, ma need rent, yeah she do, aw yeah
So I don't do this [deleted] for nothin', no, not at all, all
I told her I got it, ohh, yeah
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv'
So I don't do this [deleted] for nothin', not at all, from the ground up
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motivate
Woo!

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]

Back in this [deleted] like I never left
Stand for some [deleted] that you never rep
Passing through stages in life
Through the ups and the downs like it's all just another test
Live by the rules like a fuckin' ref
I got respect in a hundred sets
Too many chains, need another chest
Playin' no games if it wasn't chess
Cut from that cloth that you couldn't stretch
Cut from that circle you couldn't test
Heavily pressured and under stressed
Even though [ deleted ] ain't show up, it was a mess
Honest attempt, play him to the left
Judge a young [ deleted ] by they address
Left us no option, what they expect?
Only thing we knew for sure was to bang the set
[deleted] livin' basic, I'm takin' risks
[deleted] what they sayin', I'm sayin' this
Don't waste your time, it don't make you rich
It don't mean nothin' so [deleted] 'em, let's make a grip
Double up, triple up, make assist
Ballin' so hard, you could play your bench
Lead to the lake, if they wanna fish
Make sure them [ deleted ] around you stick to the script
This should be written in stone
You should come visit my zone
Don't take my word, double check all of my flows
Ask 'em how Hussle got on, but [deleted] what you heard
This is for who walked down that road
Sold everything, but they soul
Straight off the curb, real [ deleted ] rich as you nerds
Addressed to whom it may concern
I don't do this for nothin', nah

[Chorus: Maurice David Wade]

And I don't do this for nothin', nah, from the ground up, yeah
But I don't do this [deleted] for nothin', no, not at all, not at all, yeah
My momma need rent, ma need rent, yeah she do, aw yeah
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv'
So I don't do this [deleted] for nothin', no, not at all, all
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motivate
I told her I got it, ohh, yeah
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv'
So I don't do this [deleted] for nothin', not at all, from the ground up
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv', hustle and motivate
Woo!

[Outro: Maurice David Wade & Nipsey Hussle]

Hustle and motivate, hustle and motiv'
Cut the bass up
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motivate
All Money In [ deleted ]
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motiv'
Hustle and motiv', hustle and motivate
Victory Lap

Produced By: DO Speaks, Street Symphony, Brody Brown, Larrance Dopson & Mike N Keys

Written By: Nipsey Hussle, JAY-Z, DJ Mark the 45 King, Michael Ray Cox Jr., John Groover, Martin Charnin, Maurice David Wade, Torrance Esmond, Derrick Okoth, Charles Strouse & Askia Fountain

Release Date: February 16, 2018

[Zmeselo]

R$C For Life

Nipsey Hussle

[Intro]
'Till the day that I die...
I got to be a, killer, then I... (Slauson)
I got to be a, killer, then I die (Nipsey Hussle in this)
I got to be (I be from R$C 'til the day that I die)

[Verse 1]
Look, I hustle 'til the block done
'Til the [deleted]' cops come
And shoot 'til the shot done
I'm servin' red rum from the shotgun
I'm bartendin' red rum from the shotgun
The dope potent hit your nose make your snot run
Certified [deleted], I could probably knock your top nun
I'm from where if you don't knock, you get knocked on
Thunderdome, you don't sock, you get socked on
You come a boy, you leave a man, that's how I got grown
My real life is better than these [ deleted ] rap songs
Guns, money, bitches, and a fast car
Couple hundred thousand buried in my backyard
I'm a real [ deleted ], I don't gotta act hard
Try me if you wanna, watch how I reverse that charge
Guns, money, bitches, and a fast car
Couple hundred thousand stashed in my backyard

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm from R$C 'til the day that I die
I be from R$C 'til the day that I die
I'm from R$C 'til the day that I die
I be from R$C 'til the day that I die

[Verse 2]
Look, look, black Dickies, gold Rollie, blue colors
I'm hangin' out the window wit' the tool bustin'
Some off-brand [deleted], I heard the fool fussin'
I'm certified, they still think I'm tryna prove somethin'
The murder high, the dope blow, I'm tryna move somethin'
The spot rollin', now I'm swollen like I bruise money
[ deleted ] I cruise luxury, up and down the broken blocks
In the city pumpin' poison like a [?]
I'm focused on my vision
I'm way too young to live the life that I'm livin'
But that's the life I was given
And God'll never give me somethin' I can never handle
And my flow is so hot like wet wax off a candle
I still bag crack and clear rap like a sample
And send Pams out of town to Atlanta for the stamp, uh
That's my answer, life's like cancer
[ deleted ], and I'm serious

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm from R$C 'til the day that I die
I be from R$C 'til the day that I die
I'm from R$C 'til the day that I die
I be from R$C 'til the day that I die
I be from R$C 'til the day that I die
I'm from R$C 'til the day that I die
I be from R$C 'til the day that I die
I'm from R$C 'til the day that I die
I be from R$C 'til the day that I die

Written By: Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: September 26, 2008

[Zmeselo]

Forever On Some Fly [deleted]

Nipsey Hussle

Forever on some fly [deleted]
I'mma draw the line, you [ deleted ] pick who you gone ride with
Simple [deleted] [ deleted ] happy because they fucked my side [deleted]
But she just mad at me cause she ain't the one I ride with
Drop down and pick yo heart up off the floor girl
And quit tryna convince me that yo [deleted] is not a ho, girl
Wonder why I'm not picking up my phone well
The last twelve months I done traveled 'cross the whole world
And [ deleted ] hoping I'ma flop but, meanwhile I've been getting paid on every stop
Neighborhood [ deleted ] still good on every block
Still bust on any [ deleted ] acting like he can't be shot, hol' up
I got an extra clip for the johnny still
Burner on my lap, only difference is the wheels
Murder is a fact when you out here in the field
Cause jealous [ deleted ] dealing with emotions only bitches feel
And nine times out of ten they just want a friend
But I've been real before rap so I won't pretend
Tell em to they face all the flaws that I'm noticing
I've never fucked with your type and I won't begin
And then its "oh we on this high horse"
But bottom line [deleted] [ deleted ] this is my horse
Never kill nothing you just wait on it to die first
But this gone be the season that you watch yo [ deleted ] fly north
Drop classic after classic
Streets on fire, soft rappers can't match this
I ain't doin features even if they got the cash
Me and Blacc Sam ballin out the shop on slauson ave look
There's way more profit in these clothes
So I give away this music and make double back in shows I
360 myself then I exercise control
IHussle.com my digital Louis store
Tell 'em catch up now or find out later
I'm revenge in the form of success to all haters
Where a benz is a form of respect to spectators
And your friends keep it real for a sec then switch later
In this material world where a thought is contagious
And security is created cause [ deleted ] is less famous than
Most the time, they just in it for these hoes
So it's fuckin up their lives once she sees there's no control

Written by: Nipsey Hussle

[Zmeselo]

Run A Lap

Nipsey Hussle

[Hook]
It's young hussle an' I'm bout to make it crack
Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps
It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap
Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out my [ deleted ] on the block selling crack
Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running
Laps

[Verse 1]
Chip on my shoulder, for [ deleted ] that hated on us
Labels that hesitated when radio wouldn't play us
Rappers dropping they disses now see us start explaining
Bitches I used to date wouldn't shut up and stop complaining
Now they looking salty cause I'm sucka ducking full time
Sipping dolce at the roosevelt, cabana poolside
Hundred thousand ain't enough to buy a new ride
See that's the type of disrespectful deal you sign
What happened [ deleted ]? last year you was cracking [ deleted ]
This marathon got me lapping all you rapping [ deleted ]
Been steady rising since the world got a half a whiff of 'Hussle in the House'
And Felli Fel ran it back on [ deleted ]
Streets love me cause they know I got crackin' in 'em
Took a stand, never ran and got gaffled in 'em
Bailed out with block money, kept trappin'
And I took this rap game and put some real [ deleted ] passion in it

[Hook]
It's young hussle an' I'm bout to make it crack
Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps
It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap
Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out my [ deleted ] on the block selling crack
Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running
Laps

[Verse 2]
Lo and behold, he getting his dough
Got that presidential roley flow, you [ deleted ] should know
Criticize me for the jewelery that I rock at my show
But watch the value of the dollar drop and gold explode
I got no time for these I ain't tryin'a stand in line homies
Think I owe them the world but never did nothing for me
Talking under they breath till they [deleted] just making her want me
See me or hit me with some fake [deleted] like hey brody
Got enemies, trying to kill me for the rep
Couple smart [ deleted ], think they playing chess go gonna get
Tony montana at the lot with my [deleted]
Tell them bulletproof that and bulletproof this
Guns behind the AC, I'm stashbox crazy
You can look at me and tell I was a match box baby
I'm game tight so [ deleted ] will never play me
Four words for my haters, look: [deleted] you pay me

[Hook]
It's young hussle an' I'm bout to make it crack
Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps
It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap
Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out my [ deleted ] on the block selling crack
Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running
Laps

Written By: Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: November 1, 2011

[Zmeselo]

Crenshaw and Slauson (True Story)

Nipsey Hussle

Look, relate to you, I can't if you's a fake [ deleted ]
Where Level 4 in the state what your mistakes get you
Rap [ deleted ], they just wanna double date with you
Twitpic and show these hoes that they affiliate with you
Labels used to treatin' rappers like a slave, [ deleted ]
Starvin' artist, "Just be happy with your fame, [ deleted ]"
[deleted] changed, now it's such a different game
All the [ deleted ] like myself is controlling everything
If you, pay attention see exactly what I mean
[deleted] the middleman, I said that in 2003
Was 18, White Lincoln, chrome feet
Black .40 was my pillow, every night I go to sleep
Grown [ deleted ] treat me like they OG
Holdin' on to every word that the tiny loc speaks
I had a vision that nobody else could see
Sold my [deleted] to D-Mac, a little less than 10 Gs
Brought my grocery bag of cash back to Blacc Sam
He matched a [ deleted ], next day we went to Sam Ash
We bought a Pro Tools and a microphone
Studio was far from plush but them lights was on
Couple hunned thousand stashed at my mama's home
Real estate in Atlanta, but ain't nobody know
Mac 11s in the safe, hidden in the floor
My bro did it like nobody that I've ever known
Screens on every wall with 16 camera angles
Double pane bulletproof glass pushin' past the haters
Cuban links and Rolexes, fold a check from Epic
This industry ain't gotta like us but they gon' respect it
Built the label up from money we was savin' up
No details 'til the statute of limitations up
Couple [ deleted ] got flipped tryna play with us
The demonstrations speak loud so I ain't sayin' much
Was a charismatic [ deleted ], I don't play as much
'Cause life is real when you live it in a place like us
School pictures crackin' smiles, now my face is stuck
Shell shocked to see how much they really hated us
Couldn't keep a kind heart, get yo' hatred up
Streets smarts, [ deleted ], get yo information up
Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs
One day I'ma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz
Credits roll, back to stress pound breakin' up
Had to fight before we hustled, and it made us tough
Early '90s, neighbor's rooster used to wake us up
Mama had a bucket and a shack but we ain't make a fuss
Blue Cutlass, no license, .380 tucked
'96 Caprice 'Bolt Da Fatts' was savin up
They gettin' packed out if [ deleted ] try fade with us
Crenshaw and Slauson, True Story, Zo, play the drums

Produced By: DJ Dahi & Wizzo

Written By: Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: October 8, 2013

[Zmeselo]

Rap [ deleted ]

Nipsey Hussle

[Chorus]
I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap [ deleted ]
Hussle man a shooter, that's a fact, [ deleted ]
Thirty-two, extendos in my MAC, [ deleted ]
Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, [ deleted ]
I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap [ deleted ]
Hussle man a shooter that's a fact, [ deleted ]
Thirty-two, extendos in my MAC, [ deleted ]
Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, [ deleted ]

[Verse 1]
V12s in the valet, black on black, [ deleted ]
Ese in the valley do my tats, [ deleted ]
White boy in Manhattan, pay my tax, [ deleted ]
Drive down to the Hamptons to relax, [ deleted ]
I stopped smokin' weed, then I relapsed, [ deleted ]
Traveled 'round the world, and I came back, [ deleted ]
Worth a couple a million, that's a fact, [ deleted ]
But I am nothin' like you fuckin' rap [ deleted ]
I own all the rights to all my raps, [ deleted ]
German plates with sheepskin on my mats, [ deleted ]
Murder rate increasin' if I snap, [ deleted ]
Ain't no hangin' out, we tape y'all off and double back, [ deleted ]
Open trust accounts deposit racks, [ deleted ]
Million dollar life insurance on my flesh, [ deleted ]
Beamer's, Benz, Bentley's or a Lex, [ deleted ]
Ferrari's and them Lambo's that's what's next, [ deleted ]

[Chorus]
I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap [ deleted ]
Hussle man a shooter, that's a fact, [ deleted ]
Thirty-two, extendos in my MAC, [ deleted ]
Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, [ deleted ]
I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap [ deleted ]
Hussle man a shooter that's a fact, [ deleted ]
Thirty-two, extendos in my MAC, [ deleted ]
Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, [ deleted ]

[Verse 2]
AMG Mercedes, back to back, [ deleted ]
Chopper to his face, now that's a wrap, [ deleted ]
Streets talk and that's a rat [ deleted ]
Yo' P.O. call you up, look that's a trap, [ deleted ]
Beat that case, that was that, [ deleted ]
Told the world, 'Look I'm back,' [ deleted ]
Saved my deal, then I cracced, [ deleted ]
They folded, so I left, [ deleted ]
Can't no [deleted] tell me [deleted], [ deleted ]
We the No Limit of the West, [ deleted ]
Percy Miller at his best, [ deleted ]
Jigga with the Rollie and the vest, [ deleted ]
Acne jeans and Giuseppes, [ deleted ]
Servin' fiends off the steps, [ deleted ]
Murder sprees for the set, [ deleted ]
All facts, ain't no mothafuccin' threat, [ deleted ]

[Chorus]
I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap [ deleted ]
Hussle man a shooter, that's a fact, [ deleted ]
Thirty-two, extendos in my MAC, [ deleted ]
Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, [ deleted ]
I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap [ deleted ]
Hussle man a shooter that's a fact, [ deleted ]
Thirty-two, extendos in my MAC, [ deleted ]
Spend a thousand on some t-shirts up at Saks, [ deleted ]

Produced By: DJ Khalil, Larrance Dopson & Mike N Keys

Written By: Nipsey Hussle, DJ Khalil, Larrance Dopson, John Groover & Michael Ray Cox Jr.

Release Date: December 1, 2017

[Zmeselo]

Roll The Windows Up

Nipsey Hussle

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up
The block is hot
Blowin' westcoast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like [deleted] the cops
Man we glowin' like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wild out we gone all get wasted

[Verse 1]
I used to ride on alpinas, up and down Slauson, 18 with a scheme ta', simply get my cream up
Tryna to get my loot so I can floss on them bitches, black 745, Rick Ross on them bitches
Bulletproof with the chrome exhaust on them bitches, triple gold Cuban links I'm Raekwon on them bitches
Listen, Slauson Ave is what the game missin, [ deleted ] bang for a livin' and retire to San Quentin
That's why my only mission was contradict to statistics
Make it out, double back, with a pot that [ deleted ] can [deleted] in
Or release the window we can throw it at em
But for now just roll em'up so I can blow the sour

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up
The block is hot
Blowin' westcoast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like [deleted] the cops
Man we glowin' like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wile out we gone all get waisted

[Verse 2]
Yea, let your top down, turn your beat up
Go and spark the L, throw your dubs up
Comin to the west? you gotta go through us
Have communication, or get ya' [deleted] bust
Yea, our motivation got us feelin' like we can't be touched
Slauson, can't you tell? we don't give a [deleted]
We gettin money round here, they wanna lock us up
Secret society all we ask is trust
Real [ deleted ] and we neva gonna change up
Not for money, na homey cause it is us
Slauson boys don't talk don't speak much
Roll around in something foreign with the windows up

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up
The block is hot
Blowin' westcoast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like [deleted] the cops
Man we glowin' like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wild out we gone all get wasted

Featuring: Slauson Boyz

Produced By: Detroit Red

Written By: Slauson Boyz & Nipsey Hussle

Release Date: December 4, 2008

[Zmeselo]

Army All By Myself

June Summers

[Hook: June Summers]
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
An army (I ball) and I want it all (I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys that's coming out
The wars speak won't stop with the call (won't stop with the call)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Look, I'm from the hood, won't never turn my back on it
Got balls tryin' to make it with this rap homie
And the boy get his hustle on
Keep my 45, I don't need no muscle homes
Got the heart of a hundred soldiers
Got my town on my back, and it feels like a hundred boulders
Now that's pressure, the boy never fold with it
Serve you a dish, look [ deleted ] I'm cold with it
In the bricks with my 'G'-double 'O'-'N's
Mack 10 loaded im my 5-double 'O'-benz
Ridin' on my enemies, got no time for friends
All about business, got my eyes on ends
Homies said they're your homies, some [ deleted ] pretend
Forget about your [deleted], when you hit that penn
Jay Rock and Nipsey, yeah we out to win
Red and blue make green, [deleted] [ deleted ] hating

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, our city never quite shook off
The recipes of Ricky Ross
Couple of [ deleted ] rolled, but most just took a loss
While the real bosses passed bills in city hall
Legislate the law for the [ deleted ] that cookin' raw
The razor blades and rocks get cut on fine china
My blocks economics like the beers diamond miners
The black man's sacrificial land for the concept
A land based on the false prospect of progress
For instance
My mouth feel a inch up in them trenches, still
Making moves by any means to transcend
The hood had the whole of him, try to make a mole of him
Momma didn't raise a dummy, she raised a soldier

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Look, my [ deleted ] crooked though it seems
My every single thoughts caught up in collectin' cream, a made [ deleted ]
Picture me dyin' in the blaze of gunfire
Will not retire till I'm paid till I reach the pie
When we ride we fly by bitches blow me kisses
[ deleted ] from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches
From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die
Rollin' with [ deleted ] from Long Beach to Long I
I'm heartless now cause my heart froze
Once I commence my show I rip apart foes
Now I got one nation just a crooked compilation
Just the inner bullshit let's get back to money makin'
Tell them bustas that I rolled on controllin' a house
My [deleted]'s so wicked when I flip [ deleted ] closin' they mouthh
Them cocoa brothers, Buckshout the beady eyed thug
Greg Nice, LS, Asu, sure show a [ deleted ] love Outlaw!

Featuring: 2Pac, Nipsey Hussle & Jay Rock

Release Date: November 8, 1999