Stalley, Nipsey Hussle - What It Be Like lyrics

What it be like?
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
All this yellow on my neck
Chuck E cheese bright
Candy Jack, could you please
Stuff my peace pipe?

What it be like?
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
On the small of my back
Tucked for these nights
Speeding through the city under street lights

What it be like?
Michael Jordan 3’s or the three stripes
Got your hatin’ ass niggas in police lights
Only mess with OG’s, hoes be the freak type
Only shoot craps, don’t do the three dice
And we Vegas, Mayweather ring side
Got 100K large in my Levi’s
Stay with the paper like a
Nigga slanging bean pies
How you do that? Well it’s easy though
I just let them watch like a TV show
And this bad fox with me and she speaking fo’
And this long fox, drag it down to the flo’
I’m a pimp, yeah I speak the code
I be highed up but I keep it low
Profound, profound tires on the Beamer yo
Dope boy, dope style, no miles on his ho

What it be like? BCG, we supreme team like
All these other fake crews
Get the green light life’s a dream
Stack my cream to Akeem height
Chunks of gold on my neck, so Akeem like
Rose petals when I step, live the king life
Sweet life if a nigga trying to stop it
Then I swing knife left, right
Put him at a halt like a stop light
Matter fact, stop life
Trying to touch what I’m earning
Then I’m clutching the burner
And I’ma pop mine i got my team on my neck
It’s loyalty and respect see, I’m bout mine
Outwork a nigga till it’s clock time
Get yours, don’t clock mine
I’m at the jeweller, all gold, clock bomb
But the prettiest watch can’t even stop time

What it 'C' like?
Live from the city of the three strikes
Offer terrible advice but it seem right
When you’re sticking to the script
Fuck a rewrite (right)
What it 'C' like? Pick a tail, shoot a box
Catch a chief flight
He got married to the game
He don’t need rice
Sold his soul to the streets
He don’t need Christ (right, right)
But what it 'C' like?
All these rats in this race
For a cheese slice
Need to pass on the safe for at least like
Six digit's and his niggas
Ain’t gon’ eat right (right, right)
But what it 'C' like? Flat broke
Got him feeling he don’t need life
Split screen, to the left is police lights
To the right, visualizing his dream life
(right, right) what it 'C' like?
He gon’ have to be willing to leave life
Half his blood on the cross
Like he Jes’ Christ
All the love that he lost
That’s a cheap price (right, right)
But what it 'C' like?
Niggas can’t shine like these lights
‘Cause niggas ain’t grind like right
But shit ain’t even always what it seem
Right?