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piss poor - nipsey hussle lyrics

[chorus]
p-ss poor n-gg- from the hood but i blew
now i bounce 6-4’s up and down crenshaw
p-ss poor n-gg- from the hood but i blew
now i bounce 6-4’s up and down crenshaw
p-ss poor n-gg- from the hood but i blew
now i bounce 6-4’s up and down crenshaw
p-ss poor n-gg- from the hood but i blew
now i bounce 6-4’s up and down crenshaw

[verse 1: nipsey hussle]
listen, look, walkin’ up the block in d-ckies
to hittin’ corners on chrome, pocket full of 20s
y’all know my style, from hittin’ licks and splittin’ 50/50
to all expense paid trips ’cause they request for nipsey
let’s get this bread, n-gg-
been on my grind since ’99, and like i said, n-gg-
a broke n-gg- might as well just be a dead n-gg-
and when you starvin’, you gon’ eat whatever’s fed to you
bite the hand that feeds you, you deserve to eat lead, n-gg-
you pitchin’ crumbs to these pigeons, you a breadwinner
all outta bread, they start peckin’ at your head, n-gg-
the loyalty is gone now, so the game different
it’s like we can’t really ball ’cause we playin’ injured
so many undercover n-gg-s in the mix
on top of that, these cameras on these corners taking pictures
my n-gg-s doin’ time, i shoot a line and send a flick to
have money on my mind, now, i, i, i get it

[verse 2: cuzzy capone]
i came a long way from playing x to that bird cage
on slauson avenue, yeah, home of the real bird gang
did my curb thang, sat in spots ’til the bird came
locked me in them cold chains, all over the cocaine
cold game, movin’ with no brains
got bags of the propane and i’m right back, doin’ my own thing
i speak no names, i run with my own gangs
stay puffin’ the purple rain, some sh-t ain’t gon’ never change
put the blow on the block, n-gg-s lovin’ what the weather bring
the palms of my young hands whiter than kevin federline’s
hallucinate for a minute, go hard off the amphetamines
i got the prescription you need, call me mister medicine
distribute crack rock, you can call me mister medellin
like rafael ochoa, ’cause he get that heavy green
i wish a n-gg- would try and get me
i’m going out like rocket in colors, you b-tch n-gg-s dyin’ with me

[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
neighborhood nip hussle, look
impossible odds, every boss take a loss
still i live for my people, and i die for my squad
see, i come from the struggle, i was brought up to hustle
me and my mama and my granny and my big brother
my uncle reggie smoke dope but we still love him
he p-wned my granny wedding ring and she still trust him
if i ruled the world i wouldn’t change nothin’
i thank the lord for my struggle ’cause i came from it
hustle

- nipsey hussle lyrics

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