[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Straight up out of Y City
Where n***as hustling, automatic murder for pennies
Too many sips of Henney, I had them n***as 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
N***as 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 n***as 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 n***a, I'm a hustler n***a
When there's beef low gas, then we busting them n***as
Never trust these bitches, got my eyes on these n***as
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.)