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jay rock - nothin' change lyrics

[produced by dr. dre]

[intro]
uh, yeah, jay rock, watts’ finest
top dawg entertainment, what’s happenin’, boy?
yeah, how these n-ggas like to run they mouth?
don’t know what they gettin’ theyself into
they gon’ learn, uh, i’m goin’ in, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: jay rock]
real n-ggas do real things
b-tch-n-ggas, they’ll sell their soul for the fame
even if i’m broke, i’m a roll for the flame
on the block, set-trippin’, motherf-cker, nothin’ changed
don’t get it twisted cause i’m rhymin’ on a track
yeah, i’m the type of n-gga leave you dyin’ on your back
in a black cadillac with a diamond in the back
with four grimy n-ggas with a llama and a mac
n-ggas run they mouth like they can’t be touched
’til them shots go off, leave his -ss on hush
look, his boy got hit, left his -ss on crutch
you ain’t got no gat, you shouldn’t talk so much
n-gga, get caught slippin’, motherf-cker, that’s yo’ -ss
got a hundred rounds in it, you ain’t runnin’ that fast
my advice: get a gat and some n-ggas
cause if you talk about me
then i’m comin’ to get you, motherf-cker

[hook]
i don’t know what you talkin’ ’bout
don’t make me put this in your mouth
that’s the sound of a shotty
i can show you how to catch a body, a body

i don’t know why you talkin’ sh-t
gon’ make me empty out this clip
that’s the sound of a shotty
i can show you how to catch a body, a body

[verse 2]
this for my 8 ball ‘ciples, woodgrain grippers
make the shotty go bang, got to body a n-gga
for my 211 hustlers known to dope smuggle, bruh
for the right jay-z, i’ll rob a motherf-cker, uh
i’m from the hub city, now come f-ck with me
i got them bands for sale, i spent a dub with me
my face in the crack, could sniff powder
them n-ggas be runnin’ the block all through the hours
f-ck it, my n-gga, we want that money and the power
if a deal go bad, watch that chopper start choppin’
tear your whole block
and if a n-gga want to hit, i’ll box him out like robin
it’s t-o-p d-a-w-g e-n-t until i d-i-e
feelin’ like ‘pac, f-ck the blow, you’re my enemies
tngs get your knocked off before that n-gga on the 10ths be

[hook]

- jay rock lyrics

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