Nipsey Hussle - Aint No Black Superman lyrics

The Empire
Ha ha, yeah man, it's that GED shit
You feel me?
And I am the one and only el natural nino
Hittin' every dollar I holla, ha, let's go

Yo, it's that H-borough, too thorough
A block away from Melrose
The nigga's gettin' stuck like velcro
The prostitutes ain't the only
Ones that sell blow hell no
Cellphone pictures with the jail pose (Haha)
I can tell yo, why these ladies love me now
Run me down
Give her to my dogs like puppy chow
You couldn't touch my style
Not on your best day
Comprende? Your men lay when the M10 spray
Fuck what them say
I'm tight quarterbackin' it
When I'm throwin' bullets I be accurate
Weekends on the bully, they be jackin' shit
That's why I be packin' shit
The only time you shoot is at
A hoop when you practicin'
Runnin' drills, I dream to see a hundred mils
Stuntin' ill 'til my pockets
Heavier than Uncle Phil
Tell your son to chill, he ain't want to deal
Try it fam
I'm Iron Man 'cause I come wit' steel
I wish a sucka will, my dudes thugs for real
He probably think I'm George Foreman
How I punch his grill
What's the deal yo? Talkin'
What I'm livin' now
Wanna fuck these bitches I be diggin' out?
(Huh?)

Ay, niggas already know
Labels wanna fuck with these motherfuckers
GED nigga, Gettin' Every Dollar, nigga
You understand?
Niggas got a bad tendency to hate on
A young nigga out here gettin' it
You feel me? I just tell 'em, look man
Don't be mad at me homie
This shit ain't my fault I went
Hard at a young age, nigga
I stood on this block while
You niggas was evading cops
Get Money or Stay Bummy nigga
Slauson boy, It’s Your Choice, hussle

Yo, this Hutch, I ain't in
Right now but please, –
Uh you know, I'm out, flossin'
Tossin', dippin', and trippin'
You know what I'm sayin'? Ay, Hutch man
They cleaned your momma house man
I don't know what they got–I'm broke man
And they lookin' for us man
Call me over at house

Man check this out homie
Look, it's 10 stacks on my neck and
20 more on my brodie's shit i'm self made
Ain't no nigga ever throw me shit
Outside my enemies
I'm watchin' who I'm rollin' with
That 40 on me like a fucking Motorola clip
Shit, I feel like a million
When I'm fo' wheelin'
That 745 parked in front of your buildin'
Designer jeans, Gucci loaf, wear my gold
Kill it
I got a kilo on my neck, I'ma go get it
See what you lookin' at now
That's my old vision (Look)
Chess moves
My next move's to get more business (Look)
I promise I be on my tip 'til my toes give in
I'ma always shine
I'll never let my glow blemish
I hear you talkin' but fuck
What you niggas say
'Cause real niggas know a
Real nigga demonstrate
And real niggas know it's
Real 'cause I illustrate
That feelin' of a young hood
Nigga when he gettin' cake
Glocks and gauges puttin' faces
On the newspaper i can't get caught for old
Crimes and catch new cases
Blocks invaders spite rage just
If you've made it
Homies in the holdin' tanks
Wit' no shoe laces
Back on the streets I'm rollin'
Weed and see through paper
Dippin' down the shore
S-types with the blue paint
Poppin' tops off bottles with the gold label
It's pretty good to say I
Dropped out the tenth grade
I'm better than ever
This rap shit is nathin'
This for my niggas in the
County on the Mainline

Ay this dedicated to my nigga, J-Stone
You know what I'm sayin'?
Do your time nigga, don't let
Your time do you, you already know
Keep it all the way though
You know what I'm sayin'?
My niggas Shade and Blue, what's up cuh?
I'm out here in New York, turned up nigga
Smokin' on this kush
Fuckin' wit' my Harlem niggas
My Brooklyn niggas, my Uptown
Niggas, ay Smoke, a lot of these niggas, man

We break bread like it's Hanukkah
GED's my moniker
Every day I be scoured up, shit
My dollars up
I'm good, in the hood, nigga I'm okay
Steal my shit I'm comin' at you like OJ
And broad day them niggas
Comin' with them fists
Dressed in all black hittin'
It for the genesis
Bringin' extra clips, finna catch a lick
Hit the connect spot
Left me like half a brick
Niggas act as if my guys ain't hard
Homie we ain't petty, we don't steal, we rob
Niggas hit the ER when we pull that heat God
First, they hear the click-clack then
They get the shit bad
Takin' jewels and be flossin' wit' it 9
11 kid, we run our own abortion clinic, huh
Got a 40 on my 40 waistline
Any nigga try and take mine gon' take nine
Nigga

Ay, I'ma come through with
The whole clique though
You might catch more than just nine nigga
Nah, niggas bustin' choppers at you nigga
You do the math homie
That's damn near a thousand shells cuh
You know what I'm sayin'? And you know
I'm from the murder capital nigga
South Central Los Angeles nigga
Ain't no black Superman
We don't wear capes nigga, we chop eights
Yeah, I mean
We hop gates and run from them Johnny's nigga
Neighborhood shit nigga, we set Crips
Nigga this hood ain't no Crip or Blood shit
Nigga this Crip on Crip, Blood on Blood
Real on fake