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jay rock - act tuff lyrics

[intro]
jay rock, k. dot
watts city finest, and the hub city threat
lb i see you my n-gga
let’s go

[verse 1: jay rock]
i’m trying to get cash, quick fast
in the back she’s a [?]
with past of trinidad
[?] plenty hash up in the stash
when you got gangsta black [?] up in the back room
when i walk back, more vicious than wildcats
i would have swallowed that
nickerson garden projects gain the profit
of my lyrical content
build a monument
gotta put a clip to your conscience
watch this, pull up on your block in a stick-shift
pop six, watch you fall just from the fifth hit
the spliff lit, when i’m high can’t i spit sick
first round, number one draft on [?] sh-t
got the mind of a chief, the heart of a soldier
with a rifle got a h-ll of a range like rover
and the fight, got a h-ll of a strike like vipers
when the gat, got a h-ll of a aim like snipers

[chorus: jay rock and (kendrick lamar)]
you wanna act tough
let’s see if you really are, when this gun busts
oh you say you want war, n-gga let’s go
bring the drama, that’s on my momma
you don’t wanna rumble
jay rock i’ll put you under
(you wanna act tough
let me see if you really hard, when this gun busts
oh you say you want war, n-gga let’s go
bring the drama, that’s on my momma
you don’t wanna rumble
k. dot will put you under)

[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
since vaporubs mom’s got my nyquizzle
i was just a scrub now it’s all about the bizzles
trying to make a buck slinging weed and e pizzles
my n-gga hit me up, and as far the stizzle
i’ll eat your -ss up show you how a bullet fizzle
get your -ss touched one hand on your whizzle
the other on the clutch, my middle finger up
sh-t i’m not giving a f-ck
catch me on rosecrans and central leanin’ like i’m supposed to
my brain is mental a n-gga stay focused
plus i’m in the hood with the hood rats and roaches
caught crack, and served a three-fifth on my culture
desert eagle on me these n-ggas acting like vultures
i ain’t dying homie i swear that your thoughts is bogus
keep the iron on me i’ll crease you flat if you approach us
acting how you act you gone get some out of that holster

[verse 3: jay rock]
i’m a watts living soldier n-gga
i ain’t running, i’ma stand my ground
i’ma keep on gunning
my momma never raised a punk, n-gga i ain’t a chump
you disrespect you’ll be on my thump
ghetto k!ll, make you lift up
you don’t wanna get struck
like a match, got a back
that’ll break a sh-t bruh
i attack with a mac, that’ll tear your sh-t up
now the paramedics gotta come and make that pick up
dog, i hit your block in a pick-up
jay rock i’m me, a lion, a man, a [?]
i do it by myself, with a hook and an uppercut
doctor got a st-tch you up
n-gga are you real or what
i’m a little guy but i’m tough
i hit hard then i’m natural
you a dead man when my gat bust
if you running n-gga better run a little faster
these bullets like heinz oh yeah they’ll catch ya

- jay rock lyrics

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