[Verse 1:]

Look I'm comin straight out of Slauson, a crazy motherfucker name Nipsey!

I'm turfed up cause I grew up in the Sixties!

Caution! To you rap niggas try and diss me!

I go hard that's why yo' bitch wanna flip me

Big guns niggas turn rivals into rosaries

Extended clips I give a fuck 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 nigga you could follow me

It's fuck bitches get money keep some hollow tips 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 gates... choppers up above

That's Cause and turnin Loc's runs the streets where I'm from



[Chorus:]

This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music

Plus 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 2:]

Blue rag, S-hat, gold on my neck fat

Guns case catch that, neighborhood, I rep that

Shoot first, ask last, move work, fast cash

[? ] hurst, tip dabs, 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 - nigga, you ain't heard shit yet

Cuzzy, Cobby, Hoodsta Rob, Tiny Draws

Dippin Stone, when he come home - then baby, we dog

And cain't forget my big brother Black Sanchez

A young nigga with 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 3:]

I came from nothin - so did every other rapper

Save the spectulation, real banger, gun clapper

SILENCE! - Henny, I'll posses you with the Mac

I'll turn him into candle on the curb over blood splat

Fuck Rest in Peace shirts, nigga where ya guns at?

Hittin been two weeks and we ain't seen no get back

Type of shit is that, yo Crippin is wack

You ain't poppin you ain't turfed up, nigga - you off deck

I promise, I'll be out helpin with the pump

Gooned up, black hoody on, chopper in the trunk

Ready to hop out, and do my muh'fuckin stuff

SIX-OH, NIGGA, 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