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Nipsey Hussle
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Fucc Em
feat. Cuzzy Capone & Freeway
Yeah we know your used to putting work that's sold Nigga and we seen your paper work your told All these niggas either sniffin' glass or they livin' off the past Where I'm blowing money fast with my bros Lately I've been seeing niggas sell they soul How you catch a case and bail out on parole I been state to state gettin money on the road And I had to reevaluate who I could talk to on the phone Switch it up, spit the game pay attention you should listen up Follow code and one day you gon' get rich as us Seven digit street nigga that ain't rich enough Forty million on the crib like that nigga puff Niggas buying yachts niggas buying jets Make me wanna buy the block just to reinvest Know my young niggas catch it fore' it's nothin left
Baby me the realest ever did it yeah Hopefully my day ones will remember this Keep that shit a hunnid on until the death Even when I'm gone they'll see I never left Looking at the roof like, 'Man I'm glad I never quit' Gots my niggas with me thought I'd never hit Stickin' to the script yeah we should never switch All my role models doin' sentences
Fuck each and every one of 'em 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I fear none of 'em Frank Lukas push his roof back in front of him Leave a nigga toothless when it comes to the loot I go stupid with the butt of the gun, know where I'm coming from? North Philly where Frazier and Muhammad sparred Last name Akbar they callin' all cop cars When they pull you over, they might shoot you over Movin now that we true men they know who we are They took a kink from us, they X'd Malcom out You kidding me? I did my own black history Studied Illmatic raised the roof out Yeah, that's the main reason why these other rappers can't get with me Fuck em all, I hear a whistle know it's time to ball Y'all niggas throwing fouls but y'all don't wanna brawl How you going to mission with no vision Fuck Stevie's like a sight Look at Stevie's ambition We hood niggas that did it
Different nigga now that my pops gone Low tolerance promised he'll get popped on Microwave the bullets sounding like popcorn Grind heavy the cops come or the rocks gone Same nigga 'cept with the time changed When I couldn't get money I used to find ways Countin' thousands up for cavvy in the hallway
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