"Run This Town" lyrics
Streets on lock, Beemers on stock
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
Talking 'bout trophies I think I deserve one
Hotter nigga in these streets holler if you've heard one
Know a nigga sick because I'm the shit with no surgeon
And those Roc Nation rumours ain't true but yeah I heard them
Swerving in that new Lexus with the [?] on the steering
Wheel step [?] got that motherfucking purring
One things for sure, two things for certain
West-coast Nipsey Hussle. Game over. Closed curtains
In my pursuit of happiness I made the cash double
And introduced Italian shoes to German gas pedals
Like Guccis and Pradas, here's Benzes and Beemers
Hold money in don't let materials come in between us
I know they're hoping they could be a method big [?]
But I got Lawyers paid up above my last features
I single handedly became the man in my preaching
You would think it was crime how they witnessed my genius
Streets on lock Beemers on stock
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
Talking 'bout trophies I think I deserve one
Hotter nigga in these streets holler if you've heard one
Know a nigga sick because I'm the shit with no surgeon
And those Roc Nation rumours ain't true but yeah I heard them
...swerving in that black Beemer with the button-press curtains
Say 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 ringing she pick up and tell her man she working
Slurping ' everything a nigga got to offer
I'm a fuck once and I'll be off her
Onto bigger badder things like the dollar
Amount that Epic want versus what Def Jam offer
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
Talking 'bout trophies I think I deserve one
Hotter nigga in these streets holler if you've heard one
Know a nigga sick because I'm the shit with no surgeon
And those Roc Nation rumours ain't true but yeah I heard them
Swerving in that new Lexus with the [?] on the steering
Wheel step [?] got that motherfucking purring
One things for sure, two things for certain
West-coast Nipsey Hussle. Game over. Closed curtains
In my pursuit of happiness I made the cash double
And introduced Italian shoes to German gas pedals
Like Guccis and Pradas, here's Benzes and Beemers
Hold money in don't let materials come in between us
I know they're hoping they could be a method big [?]
But I got Lawyers paid up above my last features
I single handedly became the man in my preaching
You would think it was crime how they witnessed my genius
Streets on lock Beemers on stock
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
Talking 'bout trophies I think I deserve one
Hotter nigga in these streets holler if you've heard one
Know a nigga sick because I'm the shit with no surgeon
And those Roc Nation rumours ain't true but yeah I heard them
...swerving in that black Beemer with the button-press curtains
Say 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 ringing she pick up and tell her man she working
Slurping ' everything a nigga got to offer
I'm a fuck once and I'll be off her
Onto bigger badder things like the dollar
Amount that Epic want versus what Def Jam offer
