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jay rock – full time gangsta lyrics

[verse 1: jay rock]
straight up out of y city
where n+ggas hustling, automatic murder for [?]
[?] sips of henny, i had them n+ggas [?] with the cemmies
tryna murder the competition
get money, that’s the [?]
sl!ck talk out of your mouth, that’ll leave your partner missing
project kitchin, where the workers [?] whippin
[?]
if you don’t make dollars, you don’t make sence
if you don’t cook [?] you won’t make sh+t
n+ggas on that bullsh+t, they don’t wanna make money
i knock the soul out your flesh if you take from me
i’m a hustler homie [?]
got a mini 14 with a m+ffler on it
straight crush my oppanents, verbaly, mentally, physically, or lyrically [?]

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
[?] cause i move too fast
[?] another one in the stash
[?] home
full time gangsta, hustler till i’m gone
i bet you can’t outdo this
grinding [?] homie i got [?]
if you run up [?]
full time gangsta, hustler till i’m gone
[verse 2: jay rock]
never slippin, forever pimpin
doing shows, f+cking these out of town b+tches
[?] 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 [?] is still on me
take your pick, you want it soft, or want it hard
got the feends [?]
carey revolvers, and i c+ck it [?]
[?]
work so big, gotta move it in [?]
got choppers like them n+ggas [?]
[?] rubber bands[?]
who tryna sell me another gram?

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
[?] cause i move too fast
[?] another one in the stash
[?] home
full time gangsta, hustler till i’m gone
i bet you can’t outdo this
grinding [?] homie i got [?]
if you run up [?]
full time gangsta, hustler till i’m gone
[verse 3: jay rock]
i’m a hustler n+gga, i’m a hustler n+gga
when there’s beef [?]
never trust these b+tches, got my eyes on these n+ggas
yeah them cutthroats [?]
i got a s+xy thing from [?]
[?] longbeach
[?]
[?] i hit [?]
that goes for those that try and run up on me
if you do, you better bring your whole f+cking army
homie, i [?] tryna harm me
gat on me, two shots [?]
don’t be a dummy, just think about it
hit you in the tummy, stretch you like gumby
west coast where my heart beats
wat city [?] where my heart be

- jay rock lyrics

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