Full Time Gangsta

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Straight up out of Y City

Where niggas hustling, automatic murder for pennies

Too many sips of Henney, I had them niggas on the mission with the semmies

Tryna murder the competition

Get money, that's the oppositions

Slick talk out of your mouth, that'll leave your partner missing

Project kitchen, where the workers in the spot whipping it

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If you don't make dollars, you don't make sense

If you don't cook raw, you won't make shit

Niggas on that bullshit, they don't wanna make money

I knock the soul out your flesh if you take from me

I'm a hustler homie, yeah the smoke is beyond it

Got a mini 14 with a muffler on it

Straight crush my opponents, verbally, mentally, physically, or lyrically I'm the one you pretend to be

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock]

Some people can't get jumped, because I move too fast

Got my gun tucked, another one in the stash

Moving up, it's gon be home

Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone

I bet you can't outdo this

Grinding minds, homie I got to get it

If you run up it's gon'be gone

Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone (Till I D.I.E.)

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

Never slippin, forever pimpin

Doing shows, fucking these out of town bitches

Money over bitches, I ain't looking for a misses

Not right now, baby I do my own dishes

Two guns, two clips on the waistline

No amps in the trunk, still pumpin that baseline

Yeah brother, I still got it for cheep, homie

That cocaine residue was still on me

Take your pick, you want it soft, or want it hard

Got them feens [?]

Carey revolvers, and I cock it and bust it

[?], duck it [?], for the puppet

Work so big, gotta move it in [?]

Got choppers like them niggas busting in Baghdad

Stacks wrapped in rubber bands, fuck Uncle Sam

I'm tyrna sell me another gram

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock]

Some people can't get jumped, because I move too fast

Got my gun tucked, another one in the stash

Moving up, it's gon be home

Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone

I bet you can't outdo this

Grinding minds, homie I got to get it

If you run up it's gon'be gone

Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone (Till I D.I.E.)

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

I'm a hustler nigga, I'm a hustler nigga

When there's beef low gas, then we busting them niggas

Never trust these bitches, got my eyes on these niggas

Yeah them cutthroats, they got their eyes on my bitches

I got a sexy thing from Long Beach

She keep a 44, bullets send you from long reach

Gamble your life, place your bets

If you don't hit on your first roll, I'll introduce you to death

That goes for those that try and run up on me

If you do, you better bring your whole fucking army

Homie, I know you hater tryna harm me

Gat on me, two shots, sleep calmly

Don't be a dummy, just think about it

Hit you in the tummy, stretch you like Gumby

West Coast where my heart beats

Watt City [?] where my heart be

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock]

Some people can't get jumped, because I move too fast

Got my gun tucked, another one in the stash

Moving up, it's gon be home

Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone

I bet you can't outdo this

Grinding minds, homie I got to get it

If you run up it's gon'be gone

Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone (Till I D.I.E.)