Lyrics Nipsey Hussle

Nipsey Hussle

Hussla Hoodsta

- This is the time for us to come off of our knees and stand up to make a difference in our communities

- I am not afraid of them, and I'm trying to instill in my neighbors, there's no need for us to be afraid

- No matter what City Hall says and promises, people in this community, still very much intimidated by the Rolling 60s

One Rolling 60s hangout is just outside this grammar school, where parents are reluctant to go on camera talking about the gang or their fears of it

- You walk down that street?

- Nope, I don't

- Why's that?

- Um, well, it's too much activities going on down that street

Look, see, I was, born in the '80s and raised in the 60s

My pockets were full of 5s, shoe boxes were full of 50s

Slauson, nigga, come on, follow and get with me

Sellin' dope for that Rolex chain and some fresh Dickies

I was duckin' them choppers with burners in my stash box and

Swallowin' rocks while runnin' from them CRASH cops

Nights, I kept it on my hip, the Johnny hot, shit

Nights I left it in my dresser, homies got chipped

To be kill or be killed, and I ain't talkin' poetry

If niggas ain't snitchin', then how the fuck they know it's me?

Catch me breakin' nine zones down, nigga, that's a quarter ki

And sellin' work to big homies, my older G's

In a luxury set, my chrome thang's gettin' blunted

Fuck it, I'm feeling good, I got two per set of hundred

Money was never nothin' 'cause these blocks was Rollin'

And the spot stay poppin' 'cause my rocks was swollen

You know that I'm a hustla, so, you know

I'ma always stay paid

You know that I'm a hoodsta, so, you know

I never turn down a fade

You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla

You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood

You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla

You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood

Granny, they still shootin', I can't get no sleep

And it's too late to change 'cause I'm in too deep

Niggas gon' ride to the shit I'm sayin', that's on the real

Niggas done died for this shit I'm claimin'

From over here to Western Ave, yeah we run that

Hop out and bust a nigga head, yeah, I done that

But I ain't braggin', though, really, it's about capital

And all this goddamn money gave me an attitude

Smiles like I'm mad at you

Late night grindin', posted on the BG

Hood homies, the tiny loc and supreme team

Meek Baby, Set Trip, if it's J. Stone

First to bo, light that kush blunt for X gone

This for my nigga Tiny Inhead that's fresh home

And Little Chopper facing life, homie, stay strong

Stay slow, baby, one shot and bolt the facts

The homies is here and Slauson where we posted at

You know that I'm a hustla, so, you know

I'ma always stay paid

You know that I'm a hoodsta, so, you know

I never turn down a fade

You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla

You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood

You know that I'm a hustla hustla hustla

You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood