Nipsey Hussle - On the Floor lyrics

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Nipsey Hussle - On the Floor lyrics

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Writing songs, for my dawgs, for my squad, from my heart How we won, how we lost How we came, how we saw Through it all, ash backs out the roof, foreign cars In pursuit by the law Still we rich, for the stores Oh my god, oh my god so high up, I'm so far Deja vu, I been here before then come back down to Earth Need to resist the urge Still no breaks on this course Live and die, either or Go for broke, hustle hard Leave it all, on the floor, on the floor [Verse 2: Cuzzy Capone] West side of Slauson, grind and make a million We them hungry n***as in between them buildings Risking everything we got to feed our children My city built up from love but we k**ed it Hard times posted with pebbles and booted with it I was told the money was there it's up to you to get it Girbaud with the Eddie Bauer no True religion Ralph Lauren ski jacket with the ruger in it Quarter back in the block with the [?] game I wasn't always successful but still I made plays Under pressure I run with the rock but still I get away The main focus was living to see another day Hall of famer in the league but I never play I left my granny house young but I should have stayed Motivated by money I was getting paid Go-getter from the start nah I never changed I never changed [Verse 3: J Stone] I'm against all odds n***as getting bodied going against my squad for real Down to squad when I hear y'all pop for real Word to the streets I'm a n***a they tried to k** Cos I was with the extras war has to have essence Bang straps with no question Got cracked with the Wesson, went back I was stressing Got out and ran laps and got my blessings you still guessing b**hes acting like they know me now wanna blow me down But if I blow down they won't hold me down so f** 'em I don't want the honey I just want the money No ride and hopping like a bunny when them things is sunny I put my bro's before these hoes she can't take it from me Laughing to the bank but it ain't sh** funny Rich run over royalties we getting money Infant J Stone, Nip and Cuzzy