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[Produced by DJ Skee and Dave Free] [Intro: ? + Jay Rock] Top Dawg Entertainment! Jay Rock, talk to 'em nigga! Yeah Jay Rock, niggas Yeah Watt's finest. Top Dawg Entertainment, bitch We them do-it niggas Do it Y'all better look out (do it), K.Dot the hub city threat Punchline, that nigga's a monster Juice, he'll snatch your hoAnd the fat light skinned nigga with braids, he'll fuck you up Let's go [Verse] I'm a straight up menace I ain't talking 'bout Dennis Fuck a slingshot Thing cock it's a nickel plated beam Glock Straight out the bricks I'm with the business In the hood making a killing on that cash route I ain't got time for chilling I ain't a chump, test if you want I'll light your ass up like the tip of a blunt And your mouth on the tip of the pump Pull the trigger then, watch your top open like the back of a trunk Pouring hot shit through your back and your front meat Won't stop dumping 'till you slumped in the front seat Gun speak, talk's cheap, that's how it is where I be [?] around the corner pistol in my hand when I sleep Bodies steady dropping every day of the week Dog it's nothing new that's how it it is on these streets The AR, that'll knock your ass off your feet So gone body left for the pastor to preach Niggas dying life seem worthless Been to more funerals, than a church service Red and blue raggers ride for the purpose Banging never played out like [?] Come to the hood, see Glocks jerkin' Kids sling chrome nigga, one time swervin' Gangbanging shit never coming to an ending Whoever started it, that nigga can't finish it Real talk, gotta watch where you walk Gotta a maroon colour, your body outlined in chalk Trunk full of guns, for whoever want drama Gotta a lot of hand pistols and a lot of Llamas Got the inf beam on top of the black revolver Get you 6 shots at a bar like an alcoholic Niggas scheming and they hate when a nigga balling My dollar's rising and they funds is steady falling Fuck em with raps, I'm strapped with a lot of condoms HIV, that's an uncurable problem You got a gat, it don't take nothing to pop it One shot to the head guaranteed to drop 'em Dot, he'll put five in your face and leave ya (Chopped and screwed like a Houston mixtape) Niggas gotta wear bulletproof vests Niggas wasn't born with a bulletproof chest Teams getting better so they cutting more cheques Niggas be hating so we buying more TECs You bitch niggas, y'all better act right Yeah my gun's steady smoking like a crack pipe Woah, my heart cold as popsicle And I'll [?] your block on a bicycle Doom Dog, he the captain nigga call me skipper I'm Gilligan with a gat, I'll leave you crippled I stay on a mission 187 plenty ammunition That'll leave a bitch nigga missin', listen huh I can throw them things, I ain't a punk B And I roll the dope leave your face all lumpy Got ballers that shoot straighter than Ginobili That'll leave you bleeding son, like a ho on a monthly Yeah, we spending grands monthly In the trunk, that's where the Mossberg pump be We got cars roll heavy like tanks Y'all guns all sterile, y'all be shooting blanks We don't give a fuck what you think, spit a flame Afterthought about your brain, should have stayed in your lane Niggas be shook when the guns is out Yeah, bullets at your body while some blood come out Nigga, get low when I blast the 4 Slugs at your head looking like a Sloppy Joe Give it up nigga, you sloppy joe Jay Rock came through with a cocky flow I'm hard, and I'm raw like cocaine I'm hot like propane, embedded in your head like Rogaine In high school is was a flunky I was too busy in the hood serving rock to the junkies Close your mouth don't front G I still gotta collect 5 dollars from your auntie Black jeans 9 ball under the white tee I'm your pusher man hustling flow like Ice-T Women think I'm handsome now, all the girls like me Don't believe me, bitch nigga ask your wifey Had her in my house she was loving the wood Had her legs in the air like the kick was good It's Top Dawg, niggas misunderstood Don't be alone when we enter your hood
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