NIPSEY HUSSLE - Gangsta\'s Life

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So muthaf-cking hood,

It's your uncle Snoop D O Double G

Oh weee,

You know how we do it on the west coast,

West west yo, diggy diggy diggy diggit yo,

It's got a hold on me,

The streets won't let me go,

I'm in love,

It takes it's toll on me,

When I try to leave it alone,

I can't say no to the gangsta's life,

Gotta live a gangstas life

Gangstas life

Look, what's up muthaf-ckers it's ya boy Nipsey Hussle,

The neighbor banger that'll make the dope double,

Block duck a cop cause yeah I'm all that,

I made it out of haters try to see me fall back,

I was once told that everything glittering is not gold,

And money over b-tches is the motto,

Still some of these suckers think I owe him a dollar or a dime,

I'm a product of my grind, f-ck is on your mind,

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When you talk I don't listen cause a lot of n-ggas lie,

Rule 1 gotta get gotta flip gotta find your position while you in a south central state of mind,

Another Nip Hussle you will never find,

Take a look into my eyes see I forever shine,

They should'ntshowed me that, true n-ggas shouldn't have told me that,

The streets they know they homies they always try to hold me back

Give me a pen and a pad plus some Gin and a half,

Put the clip in the mag, put the zip in the bag,

Eastside rollin in an 6 deuce rag,

Don't be slippin, cripping, we will get you fast,

Streets be calling, see sawing,

Never stalling, you hauling,

Play calling, freefalling,

Say it with me nephew, we balling,

Get a zone, hit it, hit it get it on,

Yes indeed the capital S N Double O P,

Bin doing doing this gangsta sh-t since 83,

Back in the LBC,

Check my fouls n-gga check my pedigree,

Next to homie big D, n-gga letter C

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Another snoop dogg there will never be,

Take my eyes have a look and you will never see,

You should'nthave showed me that,

You n-gga's shouldn't have told me that

The streets they know they homies they always try to hold me back,

Look, Look,

I got 20 thousand dollars in my blue dickie pockets,

Up at 5 still shopping rolex same tocking or ticking

They slipping we different b-tches,

6 hoes on my checks and the crenshaw dish,

On lock, won't stop, big chain, big watch,

Big rims, 3 piece leather seats, no top

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Come through the block drive slow,

Don't stop, n-ggas whisper don't talk

Cause they know they get by,

From the bottom to the top,

I done told ya n-gga,

Self made getting paid like I'm supposed to n-gga,

Now the hating is contagious and the only prescription is to load up a clip and give the n-gga the business,

It happens everyday just for instance,

No weapons and no witness that means no conviction,

While I'm mixing my patrone in my kitchen,

Reminiscing before I make my transition,


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