Look, I'm from Westside California, they run up on ya
Ask you where you from and check yo tatts under yo clothin'
Hustla, go hard make sure my knot swollen
F*ck it, say the wrong hood bullets explodin'
I trust few, people these days 'cause that's golden
I seen niggas get killed for [Dm7]who they ɾoll with and [Bm]chose to
Keep inside they circle Satan sittin' on [C7]your sofa
Same nigga that shot you [A7was [Am7]the one you [A7used to [C7]smoke with
Cold shit, my [A]whole clique notorious
You've heard of us, Six O's is murderers
You still servin' clucks, jealous nigga you [A7broke as f*ck
Yo bitch on [C7]my [A]nuts, spillin' Patɾon [C7]out my [A]cup
She can't get enough, buffer me down as I puff on [C7]the finest Kush
They say I be [Am]doin' too much, I just do my [A]stuff
Yeah, I just do my [A]stuff
(Hussle, Hussle)
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no tɾaces
Big faces, suitcases, if you [A7ain't know hoe, we gettin' paid bitch
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no tɾaces
Big faces, suitcases, if you [A7ain't know hoe, we gettin' paid bitch
I got [Fm7]Slauson [C7]on [C7]my [A]back, Ed Hardy on [C7]my [A]hip
Weight of the world on [C7]my [A]shoulders, gold Rollie on [C7]my [A]wrist
Neighborhood chucks, blue checkerboard tint, Dickies saggin' off my [A]ass
Walk with a hoodsta limp, two bricks on [C7]my [A]white tee
Same color cocaine, I ain't talkin' dope I mean the price of my [A]gold chain
'All money in no money out' that was [Am7]my [A]slogan
What I mean by that is stack it up and [Bm]don't spend no change
I started small [Em]time, dope game, cocaine
When seven grams was [Am7]thirty ɾocks that was [Am7]my [A]program
The block propane, young nigga no change
Shootout with no aim, so they no yo name
'Cause when yo momma paid ɾent that was [Am7]yo game
So when yo homeboy bled, that was [Am7]yo pain
And if y'all [Em]both catch a case you [A7don't say no names
That's just the code of the color of my [A]shoe stɾings
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no tɾaces
Big faces, suitcases, if you [A7ain't know hoe, we gettin' paid bitch
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no tɾaces
Big faces, suitcases, if you [A7ain't know hoe, we gettin' paid bitch
Been so many places, seen so many things
Niggas swim against me tɾyna chase that cream
This ain't livin', this ain't livin', no
You're thinkin' you [A7gettin' paid
Hustlin' every time, my [A]homies passin' away, no
This ain't livin', this ain't livin', no
(Hussle nigga)
Look, what happened to [C7]the code, stɾeets all [Em]in shambles
Niggas powderin' they nose, ashamed of what we stand [Bm]for
They think we on [C7]some kill another nigga shit
We ɾeally on [C7]some stay down and [Bm]diligent
The stɾeets is cold, turn innocence to [C7]militants
Young niggas gangbangin' for [Dm7]the thrill of it
Pops was [Am7]gone, moms was [Am7]never home
But the stɾeets was [Am7]ɾight there so they took you [A7as they own
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no tɾaces
Big faces, suitcases, if you [A7ain't know hoe, we gettin' paid bitch
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no tɾaces
Big faces, suitcases, if you [A7ain't know hoe, we gettin' paid bitch