Nipsey Hussle - Streets On Lock lyrics

Streets on lock, Beamers on stop
Bullets bounce back, leave the drivers unshot
City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave soldier
So to all my enemies
My dead body is a trophy
Talkin' ’bout trophies, I think I deserve one
Hotter nigga in these streets
Holla if you heard one
Know a nigga sick 'cause I'm
The shit with no surgeon
And them Roc Nation rumors
Ain’t true, but yeah, i heard 'em

Swervin' in that new Lexus with the
Shift kit on the steering
Wheel, step, 'tronic, got muthafucka purrin'
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
West Coast, Nipsey Hussle, game over
Closed curtains on my pursuit of happiness
I made the cash double
And introduced Italian shoes to
German gas pedals like Gucci and Prada
Here's Benzes and Beamers all Money In
Let no materials come in between us
I know they hopin' they could
BMF and Big Meech us
But, I got lawyers paid up
And off last features
I singlehandedly became the man in my region
You would think it’s a crime
How they witnessed my genius

Streets on lock, Beamers on stop
Bullets bounce back, leave the drivers unshot
City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave soldier
So to all my enemies
My dead body is a trophy
Talkin’ 'bout trophies, I think I deserve one
Hotter nigga in these streets
Holla if you heard one
Know a nigga sick ’cause I'm
The shit with no surgeon
And them Roc Nation rumors
Ain't true, but yeah, i heard 'em

Swervin’ in that black Beamer
With them button-pressed curtains
They go up and she go down and
Serve a nigga like a servant
Pull it out her mouth and she
Gon' ride it like a surfer phone ringin'
She pick up and tell her man she workin'
Slurpin', everything a nigga got to urfer
Offer i'ma fuck once and I'll be off her
On to, bigger, better things like the dollar
Amount that Epic want versus
What Def Jam offered