Full Time Gangsta

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Straight up out of Y City Where niggas hustling, automatic murder for pennies Too many sips of Henney, I had them niggas on the mission with the semmies Tryna murder the competition Get money, that's the oppositions Slick talk out of your mouth, that'll leave your partner missing Project kitchen, where the workers in the spot whipping it [?] If you don't make dollars, you don't make sense If you don't cook raw, you won't make shit Niggas on that bullshit, they don't wanna make money I knock the soul out your flesh if you take from me I'm a hustler homie, yeah the smoke is beyond it Got a mini 14 with a muffler on it Straight crush my opponents, verbally, mentally, physically, or lyrically I'm the one you pretend to be [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] Some people can't get jumped, because I move too fast Got my gun tucked, another one in the stash Moving up, it's gon be home Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone I bet you can't outdo this Grinding minds, homie I got to get it If you run up it's gon'be gone Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone (Till I D.I.E.) [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Never slippin, forever pimpin Doing shows, fucking these out of town bitches Money over bitches, 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 residue was still on me Take your pick, you want it soft, or want it hard Got them feens [?] Carey revolvers, and I cock it and bust it [?], duck it [?], for the puppet Work so big, gotta move it in [?] Got choppers like them niggas busting in Baghdad Stacks wrapped in rubber bands, fuck Uncle Sam I'm tyrna sell me another gram [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] Some people can't get jumped, because I move too fast Got my gun tucked, another one in the stash Moving up, it's gon be home Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone I bet you can't outdo this Grinding minds, homie I got to get it If you run up it's gon'be gone Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone (Till I D.I.E.) [Verse 3: Jay Rock] I'm a hustler nigga, I'm a hustler nigga When there's beef low gas, then we busting them niggas Never trust these bitches, got my eyes on these niggas Yeah them cutthroats, they got their eyes on my bitches I got a sexy thing from Long Beach She keep a 44, bullets send you from long reach Gamble your life, place your bets If you don't hit on your first roll, I'll introduce you to death That goes for those that try and run up on me If you do, you better bring your whole fucking army Homie, I know you hater tryna harm me Gat on me, two shots, sleep calmly Don't be a dummy, just think about it Hit you in the tummy, stretch you like Gumby West Coast where my heart beats Watt City [?] where my heart be [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] Some people can't get jumped, because I move too fast Got my gun tucked, another one in the stash Moving up, it's gon be home Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone I bet you can't outdo this Grinding minds, homie I got to get it If you run up it's gon'be gone Full time gangsta, hustler till I'm gone (Till I D.I.E.)