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Run A Lap Lyrics - Singles - Nipsey Hussle

It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap 

Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back 

Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks 

Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps 

It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap 

Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back 

Shout out my niggers on the block selling crack 

Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running laps 

 

Check on my shoulder, for nigger that hated on us 

Labels that hesitated when radio woudn't play us 

Rappers dropping they disses they see us start explaining 

Bitches I used to date wrong: when right: wouldn't shut up and start complaining 

Now they looking salty cause I'm [?] duck and 4 times 

[?] hundred thousand ain't enough to buy a new ride 

See that's the type of disrespectful deal you signed 

What happened nigger? last year you was cracking nigger 

This marathon got me laping all you rapping niggers 

We steady rising since the world got a half [?] 

I hussle when a house in [?] rented back from niggers 

Streets love me cause they know I got crack [?] 

Took a stand, [?] 

Failed out with black money kept track 

And I took this rap game and put some real nigger passion in it 

 

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It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap 

Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back 

Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks 

Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps 

It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap 

Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back 

Shout out my niggers on the block selling crack 

Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running laps 

Whoa, bounce, whoa, bounce, bounce 

 

Low and behold, he getting his dough 

Got that presidential rollie flow, you niggers should know 

Criticize me for the jury that I rock at my show 

But watch the value of the dollar drop and gold explode 

I got no time 40, I ain't trying to stay in line homies, 

Think I owe the world but never did nothing for me 

Talking under they breath till they vicious making them want me 

See me or hit me with some fake shit like hey browly 

Got enemies, trying to kill me for the rep 

Couple smart niggers, think they playing chess go gonna get 

Tony montana at the lot with my bitch 

Tell them bulletproof that and bulletproof this 

Guns behind the ace, see I'm stashboxed crazy 

You can look at me and tell I was a match box baby 

I'm game tight so niggers will never play me 

4 words for my haters, look, fuck you pay me 

 

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It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap 

Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back 

Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks 

Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps 

It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap 

Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back 

Shout out my niggers on the block selling crack 

Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running laps 

 

These niggers not fucking with me 

Enemies know my words cause the bitches be fucking with me 

These loco hoes will get famous from fucking nipsey 

So I treat her like the groupie she is and tell her miss me 

I'm alright now, they say that they gonna get me 

Supposed to be dead already, niggers shot but they missed me 

So every morning I wake up I make history 

Changed straight out the 60 and I took the whole city 

And I'm from set tripping, just doing the best bizness 

So local niggers with respect come connect with us 

I'm all money in till I get the death sentence 

People say that I'm the best in it 

Whichever comes first, my dick clean but I done dirt 

I got hands and my guns work 

Trust, you think hussle think of one word 

Marathoning, I'm a run until my lungs hurt, nigger 

 

It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap 

Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back 

Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks 

Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps 

It's young hussle when I'm bout to make it clap 

Got a rolie on my wristand my city on my back 

Shout out my niggers on the block selling crack 

Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running laps 

Whoa, whoa. 

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