Blacc Ice

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]

Take y’all on a little trip

To my side, Slauson Ave

Top of the mornin’

Ain’t nobody out yet

Paint this picture for you

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]

I’m Slauson Ave. and everything on that street

Used to carve our names into wet concrete

Used to sell dope, and I still smoke weed

Just got a record deal, but I been had cheese

Lookin’ at my pieces, like I been had these

Lookin’ at these streets like there is no peace

Faded off a strain of that strongest leaf, like

If only these damn palm trees could speak

But they can’t, so they don’t, I could, so I will

Some people never do it, they just wonder how it feel

In the hour of chaos, come the water by my wheel

Like, it’s all an illusion and the only thing real

Is me, and we, whatever we believe

And that’s what we project, so that’s what we perceive

Embedded in my mind, it’s the code and the creed

Never went against it as I rose in these streets

We was, two deep in a cuddy on E

And Fats dropped a blunt and burnt a hole in my seat

Used to get butterflies when I roll with the heat

But, not for long, say goodbye to the sweaty palm

Young nigga on a mission, tote heavy arms

Young nigga wanna bang, it’s a heavy cost

Now what he got up in his brain, that’s a heavy thought

Turned a nigga out, had us murderin’ for clout, look

And this is it

My reality is crip

Slauson Ave. gangbang shit

Nip Hussle, look, look

And this is it

My reality is crip

Slauson Ave. gangbang shit

Nip Hussle

[Verse 2: Question]

I’m Military Drive, everything on that strip

West Avenue and Fresno, heritage to the sticks

That ole trailer park out on highway 90

Or down on Colobra road, you might find me

Blindly pacing in the darkness, heartless

Livin’ out my car, gotta find a place to park it

Swisher full of dirt weed, spark it up

Lookin for change like a bum with a plastic cup

Like fuck the police, I been harassed enough

Where good men get turned to ash and dust

Where cash is lust, with massive nuts I hold

They bust AK47’s 'til their guts explode

And they stain the asphalt permanently

Daemons hold a player down when he determined to leave

But my kid’s graduation, I’m determined to see

Never knew how right Jeremiah’s sermon could be

‘Cause God damn America, the system is flawed

So we pump this d, avoid apprehension by law

Lay and brawl, and the black ice invisible

It’s either Mickey D’s or be a full time criminal

Yeah

And this is it

Cause my life is shit

Hip hop is all I got

Know what I'm talkin' about?

Texas out to Cali' baby

Essay to L.A

Nip Hussle

Slauson Boy

Question

Future of the south