| Jay Rock, well connected in these streets, I’m a legend
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| Testified, the reason why your momma dialed 9−11
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| Ride for my line, no questions gotta stay alive
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| Stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide
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| It’s suicide to test me, the iron if you press me
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| They say the game cold but I don’t know Wayne Gretzky
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| Keep the flamethrower in my coat if you disrespect
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| The clips' known to make a scene when I hit the set
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| Play your cards right or hit the deck
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| The tech hit your flesh and your silhouette
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| Corner store carnivores
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| Fiends schemin', «what the fuck you want a quarter for?»
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| I make a drop off, then I order more
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| I’m with the killers and the thieves, hide your Audemar
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| And if I got the thumper, I’mma hit you with it
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| Blood, I’m on 112 obitual with it
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| We on the avenue, we on the boulevard
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| We blockin' off the block, we corner corner-shops
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| We in the street, we in the street
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| We in the street, we in the street
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| Mmm, smellin' like dinner time
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| You got a five star mill on you, give me mines
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| And when I take it make sure you don’t drop any dimes
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| You play Magic Earvin
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| You gon' see a black burner and a black turban
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| That’s a black mask
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| And tell your bitch to get that necklace out her handbag
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| You see it’s cutthroat
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| And my reality is cut dope and gun smoke
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| Another casualty the family in the front row of the church pews
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| A politician don’t understand a hood nigga' views
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| You see them devils in them black and whites
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| And hit the lights, we hit them corners like Regis on a Monday night
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| I’m in the spot like a dalmation
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| Bake a cookie dinner, nigga break it, go 'head nigga taste it
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| You know I keep them goodies in the oven
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| Dawg it’s nothin' want a dish, say somethin'
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| Holla at me
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| Smack the back of my hand with a fresh pack
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| At the meeting the homies know I press facts
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| Can’t ignore that he-say, she-say
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| He pillow talk, what she say, he say
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| On Keeway, they wanna see me in the pen
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| Gettin' ends tryin' not to fall completely into sin
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| Ever been in a trap where everywhere you turn
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| You learn it won’t help for you to make a U-turn
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| Been through bullshit it only made the S better
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| Recorded with Cube, arguably the best ever
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| Ask me, it gotta be a conspiracy
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| Still, no hate in my spirit, see
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| They keep my reputation like «why are you the worst»
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| No matter how you rehearse they don’t vibe through the verse
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| Will my world wide web ever hit these fans
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| Only God knows, it’s out of 50's hands |