Look, I'm coming straight off a slump A crazy motherfucker named Nipsey I'm turnt up cause I grew up in the sixties Caution, till you rap niggas try and diss me I go hard, that's why your bitch wanna flip me Big guns, nigga turn rivals into rosaries Extended clips, I give a fuck who you supposed to be Straight off the block, I sold dope to buy groceries Nas rap money, no advances, all royalties You broke nigga, you can follow me It's fuck bitches, get money, keep some hollow heads, logically And I'm for real, I'm a side boost to economy Pay taxes to these coners and put their work as a policy It's white chalk on the corners It's yellow tape on the gates Choppers up above, that's cuz A ton of locs running streets where I'm from This is a small introduction to this Nipsey Hustle music Big guns, money, and bitches, that's the way that we do it First get your bride on, then get your shine on We come through daytime with the lights on Now hit the fast lane, and let your chain swing You getting dollars like a doctor, but you gang bang Yeah, let's hustle in the haves Yeah, let's hustle in the haves Blue rag, ass hat, gold on my neck, fat Gun case, catch stacks, neighborhood I rep that Shoot first, ass last, move, work fast, cash blind hurts Tip that, squabble with you, get mad And in my lifetime, I seen a lot of death A couple cold nights, it looked like there was nothing left But God got me, so I got it tatted on my flesh Slauson, nigga, you ain't heard shit yet Khajiit, Khabib, Busta Rhyme, Tiny Draw, Dippin' Stone When he come home, and baby, we dog And can't forget my big brother, Black Sam Just a young hood nigga with a million dollar plan It's a small introduction to this Nipsey Hustle music Big guns, money, and bitches, that's the way that we do it First get your pride on, then get your shine on Then come through daytime with the lights on Then hit the fast lane, and let your chain swing You get dollars like a doctor, but you gang bang Yeah, let's hustle in the haves Yeah, let's hustle in the haves Look, I came from nothing, but so did every other rapper Say the speculation, real banger, gun clapper, silence Hit the opposition with the Mac, I'm turnin' them into candles on the curb Overblood splats, fuck rest in peace shirts, nigga Where your guns at? It done been two weeks, and we ain't seen no get back Type of shit, it's that, yo, Crippin', it's whack You ain't poppin', you ain't turnt up, nigga You off dead, I promise, I be out hurtin' with the pump Goombed up, black hoodie on, choppa in the trunk Ready to hop out, and do my motherfuckin' stuff Six-0, nigga, that's what's up, huh? Just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hustle music Big guns, money, and bitches, that's the way that we do it First get your pride on, then get your shine on We come through, date time with the lights on Now hit the fast lane, and let your chain swing You gettin' dollars like a doctor, but you gang bang Yeah, let's hustle in the house Yeah, let's hustle in the house