On the Floor J. Stone (Ft. Cuzzy Capone & Nipsey Hussle)

[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, ashen backs, out the roof, foreign cars
In pursuit by the law
Still we reach, for the stars
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 niggas in between the buildings
Risking everything we got to feed our children
My city built off a love but we killed it
Hard times posted with pebbles and buddah 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 [Mike Vick] game
I wasn't always successful but still I made plays
Under pressure I run with the rock and 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