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jay rock - 50 bars of real shit lyrics

[intro]
jay rock, watts finest, top dawg entertainment
n-gga finna spit 50 bars of real sh-t
goes on in my hood, goes on in your hood too
look i’m real sure

[verse: jay rock]
let me tell you all about watts
two-elevens, one-eighty-sevens, it don’t stop
sh-t ain’t all great for your mama
on top carry lettuce workin’ round the clock
you can’t have your gat retired
get caught slippin’ and your life expired
sh-t, growin’ up, all i seen was drug dealin’
so i wanna live the life of a dope dealer
in the kitchen whippin’ like betty crock
sittin’ in the spot with a gang of rocks
clientele pumpin’ now the spot is poppin’
gotta shut it down, yeah them narcs is watchin’
connect call the church said he got some os
it might be tapped so we use them codes
hit your high school just to bang the turf
sockin’ out sh-t, showin’ off for hoes
your girl know you out there makin’ a grip
hood rat b-tches wanna sit on your d-ck
now this n-gga wanna fight you over a b-tch
and they [?] his b-tch out f-ckin’ for kids
wonder why n-ggas lookin’ at you funny
cause you walkin’ round with a lot of money
n-gga have the lights up [?]
flossin’ too hard so he got jacked
n-ggas pull up on the side of him
and put about sixteen shots in him
two witnesses saw the whole action
police asked, but they don’t know what happened
they know that snitchin’ is a death wish
so they kept their mouth closed, they ain’t said sh-t
they live by the code of the streets (what’s that)
never ever talk to police (that’s right)
gangstas on their way to a block party
stopped at the store, gotta get bacardi
now they at the party all sauced up
lookin’ for dirty hoes to toss up
some k!llers pull up in a cutl-ss
start bustin, and everybody duckin’
it’s tragic when the guns stop spitting
their lives, an innocent victim
and now he’s wrapped up in plastic
his momma gotta shop for a casket
his homies don’t know who did it
so they ride round town lettin’ everybody feel it
now another died on the other side
k!ller cali, land of the homicide
all we could do, was pray for them better days
product of the streets, ghetto made us this way

- jay rock lyrics

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