Aint No Black Superman

Lyrics

[Intro: Smoke] (The Empire) Ha-ha, yeah, man, it's that G.E.D shit, you feel me? And I am the one and only el natural Nino "Hittin' every dollar," I holler, ha, let's go (It's me) [Verse 1: Smoke & Nipsey Hussle] Yo, it's that H-borough, too thorough A block away from Melrose, the nigga's gettin' stuck like velcro (What?) 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 with steel I wish a sucker 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?) [Interlude 1: Nipsey Hussle] Ayy, niggas already know Labels wanna fuck with these motherfuckers G.E.D, 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 [Bridge: Nipsey Hussle] Yo, this Hutch, I ain't in right now but, uh, please, uh, please, you know, I'm out, flossin', tossin', dippin', and trippin', you know what I'm sayin'? Ayy, Hutch, man, uh, they cleaned your momma house, man (Pff, fuck is he talkin' 'bout, cuh?) I don't know what they got–I'm broke, man, and they lookin' for us, man, call me over at Pete's house Man, check this out, homie [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Look, it's 10 stacks on my neck and 20 more on my brodie's shit (Yup) I'm self-made, ain't no nigga ever throw me shit (On my mama, nigga) Outside my enemies, I'm watchin' who I'm rollin' with (Look) 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 (Nah) 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 (Nah) Blocks invaders spite rage just if you've made it (Ayy, cuh) Homies in the holdin' tanks with no shoe laces Back on the streets I'm rollin' weed and see through paper Dippin' down the shore (Ayy), 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 [Interlude 2: Nipsey Hussle & Smoke DZA] Ayy 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, the neighborhood, 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' with my Harlem niggas, my, my Brooklyn niggas, my Uptown niggas Ayy, Smoke, a lot of these niggas, man (Uh) [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] We break bread like it's Hanukkah, G.E.D'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 O.J 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' with 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 [Outro: Nipsey Hussle] Ayy, 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 Uptown 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 You know what I'm sayin'? Lots bang on that Slauson boy—