nipsey hussle – fucc em lyrics
(verse 1: nipsey hussle)
yeah we know your used to putting work that’s sold
n-gg- and we seen your paper work your told
all these n-gg-s either sniffin’ gl-ss or they livin’ off the past
where i’m blowing money fast with my bros
lately i’ve been seeing n-gg-s 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 n-gg- that ain’t rich enough
forty million on the crib like that n-gg- puff
n-gg-s buying yachts n-gg-s buying jets
make me wanna buy the block just to reinvest
know my young n-gg-s catch it fore’ it’s nothin left
(hook)
bury me the realest that ever did it yeah
hopefully my day ones will remember this
keep that sh-t a hunnid on until the death
even when i’m gone they’ll see i never left
looking at the whip like, “man i’m glad i never quit”
gots my n-gg-s with me thought i’d never hit
stickin’ to the script yeah we should never switch
all my role models doin’ sentences
(chorus)
(fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all- fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all)
(verse 2:freeway)
f-ck each and every one of ’em
i fear none of ’em
frank lukas push his roof back in front of him
leave a n-gg- toothless when it comes to the loot
i go stupid with the b-tt 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
f-ck em all, i hear a whistle know it’s time to ball
y’all n-gg-s throwing fouls but y’all don’t wanna brawl
how you going to mission with no vision
f-ck stevie’s like a sight
look at stevie’s ambition
we hood n-gg-s that did it
(verse 3:cuzzy capone)
different n-gg- 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 n-gg- ‘cept with the time changed
when i couldn’t get money i used to find ways
countin’ thousands up for cavvy in the hallway
it wasn’t long til i figured out grind pays
we still in search of them bright days
dark streets only light when police raid
when n-gg-s stress out and let the shots off
(?) like a sk!llet, it’ll pop off
i hit the ave and post with the uncut raw
sacked it up and told n-gg-s i had to (?)
nothing fancy, protect myself with the 8 ball
it wasn’t easy, i had to hustle on (?)
(hook)
bury me the realest that ever did it yeah
hopefully my day ones will remember this
keep that sh-t a hunnid on until the death
even when i’m gone they’ll see i never left
looking at the whip like, “man i’m glad i never quit”
gots my n-gg-s with me thought i’d never hit
stickin’ to the script yeah we should never switch
all my role models doin’ sentences
(chorus)
(fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all- fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all)
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