The Field Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle

Really came up in the field 

Get money, get life or get killed 

Now how the fuck it's gone feel 

When we starts touchin them mil's 

We ain't got nothing but shells 

We ain't got nothing to tell 

Watch how the story unveil 

Bet you the hustla provail 

Equity all in my deal 

900 dollars a meal 

Fuck with that T-Bone and snow crab 

Hoggy like shrimp when it's chill 

Slide on them leathers from frankfort 

Smell it make sure it dont stank first 

Test her make sure that brain work 

Beat that shit all out the framework 

You was just sayin my name, no? 

I figured you know how this game go 

So run me yo watch and yo chain bro 

But next time I'm callin my gang tho 

Shinin got all of chains on 

Back of that bach gettin my brains blown 

Ran up that check then I layed low 

Make sure that money gone make more 

Nigga yall witnessed it we got eight businesses hater thats bankroll 

You could die if I say so 

Heavy like 77th st case closed 

Shit will get straight cold 

Shit is just business we pull up and take souls 

Gorillas and ape mold 

LA county uh teach you that predator play mode 

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Really from up in the house 

Really thumpers in the couch 

Really say what I'm about 

Off the block I made a whole onion 

Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something 

Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin 

Bitches know I got a chain coming 

Nigga know I got a chain coming 

Pussy talkin know he got a fade coming 

Pull up on me with the same thuggin 

I ran it up with my bitch she gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin 

I can't be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don't make nothin 

I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won't take from me 

Photos 

In my traphouse I trust 

About bitches I don't give a fuck 

Lets see how fast you can count it 

Came up off 16 ounces 

I just parked my wraith in the hood 

Cook in my backwood 

And I gotta sack for her, don't bout you but life good 

I ain't been doing nothin but countin paper 

Duckin and dodging these haters 

Bitches they making me sick, tell em fuck em nigga get they weight up, remember sittin in the house wit about a hunnid pounds 

Pitbulls in the backyard and we gotta couple hunnid rounds 

Nigga where the fuck you was at, I ain't never seen you out here 

Momma and my daddy was fucked up nigga I was forced to be out here 

Really from up in the house 

Really thumpers in the couch 

Really say what I'm about 

Off the block I made a whole onion 

Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something 

Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin 

Bitches know I got a chain coming 

Nigga know I got a chain coming 

Pussy talkin know he got a fade coming 

Pull up on me with the same thuggin 

I ran it up with my bitch she gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin 

I can't be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don't make nothin 

I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won't take from me 

I know they won't take from me