Correction Paroles Full Time Gangsta par Jay Rock

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Straight up out of Y City
Where n***as hustling, automatic murder for [?]
with the cemmies
Tryna murder the competition
Get money, that's the [?]
Slick 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***as 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 muffler on it
Straight crush my oppanents, verbaly, mentally, physically, or lyrically [?]

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

Never slippin, forever pimpin
Doing shows, f**king these out of town b*t*hes
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***as [?]
Who tryna sell me another gram?

I'm a hustler n***a, I'm a hustler n***a
When there's beef [?]
Never trust these b*t*hes, got my eyes on these n***as
Yeah them cutthroats [?]
I got a sexy thing from [?]
Longbeach
That goes for those that try and run up on me
If you do, you better bring your whole f**king 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

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