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Aint No Black Superman (Feat. Smoke & Numbers)The EmpireHa-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 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-town 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 the pictures I be diggin' out? (Huh?) 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 full willin' At 7:45 parked in front of your buildin' Designer jeans, Gucci loafers, [?] 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 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, spy 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 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 [?] This for my niggas in the county on the Mainline We break bread like it's Hanukkah G.E.D's my moniker Every day I be [?] up, shit, my dollars up My God |