Burner On My Lap Nipsey Hussle

[Intro]
—My hood
DJ Skee, Westside exclusive
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Slauson boy
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[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
I got my burner on my lap, homies in the back
I'm smokin' weed 'til my lips turn black
Now we pressin' through your turf and finna put in work, huh
We squeeze triggers 'til the triggers don't work
Click, extra clip for the Johnny, just in case they give a homie, homicide never for me
You get chip, yeah, nigga, that's a promise, if we can't get you today the homies get you tomorrow (What up, Nipsey?)

[Verse 1: [?]]
Homies in the hood keep dealin'
Did you hit a lick? Did you pass? What you sellin'?
Who you finna chip, we go to math, let's go get it
Next thing, I know they said the homies was snitchin', but goddamn
Mama said, "Never let your right hand see your left hands playin'
Your right hand might be workin' good to white men"
Damn, make a nigga think it's kind of hard for me to think, but, uh
I done seen niggas, that's what the bitch switch up
Killers on the streets catchin' cases, turn snitches (Damn)
So really as it is, homie, I'm my own nigga
I don't fuck with you niggas
Man, fuck y'all niggas
I got burners on my lap, I bust y'all niggas
And smash off in the lack with the North store in it (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga, it's fuck y'all niggas
I got burners on my lap and I bust y'all niggas