Gotta Have Heart

[Intro]

Yeah we gone keep it moving man

Your man DJ Skee holdin' it down

With my man Jay Rock

Next fuckin' superstar of the West Coast

Remember where you heard it first

You can tune in to him, on my radio show

You know we always playin' his shit

Saturday nights, Channel 40

Hip-Hop nation, satellite radio, let's go

[Chorus: Jay Rock]

It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleed

Takes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk)

Only the strong survive, you see

Plus the strong don't cherish the weak (gotta have heart)

It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleed

Takes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk)

Only the strong survive, you see

Plus the strong don't cherish the weak (gotta have heart)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Pull up in the whip, identical black

Two bitches inside, identical racks

Two guns on my side, identical gats

Leave a nigga bleeding fast in need of a pad

Look, when a nigga broke, in need of some cash

I'll hit a house fast, with the heat and a mask

All fingers on triggers, itching to blast

Everybody on the floor, yelling "Where's the stash?"

[?] then I'm out split second to dash

Swerving through enemy lines might bust me a cap

Then I pull the car over throw the strap in the trash

Make sure the coast's clear, no signs of the crash

Only the strong survive, when I speak it it's real

Dawg it's real on this field, get killed for the skrill

Got ice on your hand, get killed for your chill

Killer Cali you bastard, keep you a steel

[Chorus: Jay Rock]

It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleed

Takes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk)

Only the strong survive, you see

Plus the strong don't cherish the weak (gotta have heart)

It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleed

Takes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk)

Only the strong survive, you see

Plus the strong don't cherish the weak (gotta have heart)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Pull-out the Aston Martin

If ya talking too much, pull out 'em a coffin

Pull-out another one for his brotha

Real comfortable, even get his favourite colour

I burn rubber off the V12

I fuck international females

My last bitch was speaking some Germany shit

Catch me vacating on a Germany trip

Eyes red, sandals on like, "fuck what Cam'ron said"

I'm peckin' for the bread, but nuthin' like a pigeon

I'm sumn' like a vulture

You wanna know how I do it? Muthafucka, I'll coach ya

They call me Phil Jackson

I train your day like Denzel, welcome to practice

Yes, I'm the baddest, if my lyrics had looks

This rhyme right here belong in a beauty pageant

J. Brown ask me do I got it? Been had it

This beat is pornographic, I fuck over it

[Chorus: Jay Rock]

It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleed

Takes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk)

Only the strong survive, you see

Plus the strong don't cherish the weak (gotta have heart)

It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleed

Takes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk)

Only the strong survive, you see

Plus the strong don't cherish the weak (gotta have heart)

[Verse 3: Big Wy]

Enemy down, left his ass spread apart

Trying to get back to the whip, fuck it won't start

Now I'm on foot back to the turf

Disguised in these colours of this nigga I murked

Hide in the bush, hit the bitch on the chirp

This where I'm at, don't let the ones get here first

So as she pulled up, I jumped in the Magnum

Took my clothes off and burned 'em, after I bagged 'em

I shoot shots through your new era

Have your face airbrushed on a all white new sweater

Before the judge say you're [?]

I'm jumping out, dumping, let him kill me in a stand off

Please [?], take me away

At least back behind the car I fire back with the K

That's what it is, fire back where you stay

I spent my whole life trying to climb back with the yay