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nipsey hussle - aint no black superman كلمات الأغنية

[intro: smoke]
the empire
ha-ha, yeah man, it’s that g.e.d sh-t, you feel me?
and i am the one and only el natural nino
hittin’ every dollar i holla, ha, let’s go

[verse 1: smoke & nipsey hussle ]
yo, it’s that h-borough, too thorough
a block away from melrose, the n-gg-‘s gettin’ stuck like velcro
the prost-tutes ain’t the only ones that sell blow
h-ll 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-town
you couldn’t touch my style, not on your best day
comprende? your men lay when the m10 spray
f-ck what them say, i’m tight quarterbackin’ it
when i’m throwin’ bullets i be accurate
weekends on the bully, they be jackin’ sh-t
that’s why i be packin’ sh-t
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 f-ck the pictures i be diggin’ out? (huh?)

[interlude 1: nipsey hussle]
ay, n-gg-s already know
labels wanna f-ck with these motherf-ckers
g.e.d n-gg-, gettin’ every dollar, n-gg-, you understand?
n-gg-s got a bad tendency to hate on a young n-gg- out here gettin’ it, you feel me?
i just tell ’em, look man, don’t be mad at me homie
this sh-t ain’t my fault i went hard at a young age, n-gg-
i stood on this block while you n-gg-s was evading cops
new [?], n-gg-, slauson boy, [?], hussle

[bridge]
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

[verse 2: nipsey hussle]
man check this out homie
look, it’s 10 stacks on my neck and 20 more on my brodie’s sh-t
i’m self-made, ain’t no n-gg- ever throw me sh-t
outside my enemies, i’m watchin’ who i’m rollin’ with
that .40 on me like a f-cking motorola clip
sh-t, i feel like a million when i’m full willin’
at 7:45 parked in front of your buildin’
designer jeans, gucci loaf, wear my gold, k!ll 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 to get more business (look)
i promise i be on my tips ’til my toes give in
i’ma always shine, i’ll never let my glow blemish
i hear you talkin’ but f-ck what you n-gg-s say
’cause real n-gg-s know a real n-gg- demonstrate
and real n-gg-s know it’s real ’cause i ill-strate
that feelin’ of a young hood n-gg- 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 hole [?] wit’ no shoe laces
back on the streets i’m rollin’ weed and see through paper
dippin’ down the sh-r-, 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 sh-t is nathin’
this for my n-gg-s in the county on the mainline

[interlude 2: ?]
ay this dedicated to my n-gg-, j-stone, you know what i’m sayin’?
do your time n-gg-, don’t let your time do you, you already know
keep it all the way though, you know what i’m sayin’?
my n-gg-s shade and blue, what’s up cuh?
i’m out here in new york, turned up n-gg-, smokin’ on this kush
f-ckin’ wit’ my harlem n-gg-s, my brooklyn n-gg-s, my uptown n-gg-s, ay smoke, a lot of these n-gg-s, man

[verse 3: smoke dza]
we break bread like it’s hanukkah, g.e.d’s my moniker
every day i be scoured up, sh-t, my dollars up
my god, in the hood, n-gg- i’m okay
steal my sh-t i’m comin’ at you like o.j
and broad day them n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s act as if my guys ain’t hard
homie we ain’t petty, we don’t steal, we rob
n-gg-s h-t the er when we pull like [?]
first, they hear the click-clack then they get the sh-t 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 n-gg- try and take mine gon’ take nine, n-gg-

[outro: nipsey hussle]
ay, i’ma come through with the whole clique though
you might catch more than just nine n-gg-
nah, n-gg-s bustin’ choppers at you n-gg-
you do the math homie, that’s d-mn near a thousand sh-lls cuh
you know what i’m sayin’?
and you know, i’m from the [?] murder capital n-gg-
south central los angeles n-gg-, ain’t no black superman
we don’t wear capes n-gg-, we chop eights
yeah, i mean, we hop gates and run from them johnny’s n-gg-
neighborhood sh-t n-gg-, we set crips
n-gg- this hood ain’t no crip or blood sh-t
n-gg- this crip on crip, blood on blood, real on fake

- nipsey hussle

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