Jay Rock - We Run This lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you know what it is If you n***as don't know, better act like you know Ha ha, we run this sh**, yeah [Verse 1: Jay Rock] n***a, n***a, n***a This T-O-P D-A-double-gizee E-N-T b**h-n***as want to envy Black semi, black beanie, don't play hero Feel froggy and leap, get with a black (?) The big bad J, I'm the talk of the town Disrespect this here, then they barkin' you down Then they chalkin' you out, wrappin' you up Walkin' you out to grave where they puttin' your a** down Hands down, I'm the most anticipated emcee Lyrical rhyme-slayer, that's me When I speak, your favorite rapper, he get nervous Hit the booth and bring the word like Sunday service Catch me on my late night in the in the back lurkin' Pistol on the front seat, watchin' for them serpents West Coast for life, and Gz to the heart Watts, Cali, my city, I ain't takin' a loss Hook This Top Dawg, we run this sh** Makin' that money, stackin' them chips Takin' over the game, makin' these hits Top Dawg E-N-T, we run this sh** Top Dawg, we run this sh** Talkin' that sh**, we bustin' them clips Better pay homage, who you f**in' with? This Top Dawg, boy, we takin' over sh** [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I'm in the best position, I'm what the West was missin' The forty ounce by the shore with the message in it, get it? The message in it, writ in the Range, then performed by The black-lipped ba*tard with the four eyes Worked a fortune, four pies Forklifted in the sky, reconfigured and delivered by I My attitude is smooth, but my altitude is high I thank God I never had to do time Confined to the grime like a Pusha T But you can see the malice every time the clips spit at you This is rapture from a Jura**ic Park raptor And you look like a Jura**ic Park actor Bark at you, one hit to the lip, jaw fractured This is it, fall backwards Nah, that would mean that you stood for somethin' Crawl backwards to your habitat Top Dawg, you n***as is p**y as a alley cat [Hook] [Verse 3: Bo] Yeah, they say, "More money, more problems" Well, since a n***a had more money, no problems Revolver will solve him and back him off my dick No h*mo, you can catch me on the black b**h It (?), b**h, still no h*mo Feds takin' glamor shots, no photos My goons in that four-door with the rocket though, yo Ready to co*k back and let it blow Bo got a co*ky flow, Rock and Dot, yeah, we got it, bro Let me keep it real though, Bo got a (?) Tell 'em (?), tell these b**hes what that p**y hittin' fo' I info, these n***as takin' the wrong bill though They takin' (?) and that deal though Boy, I'm off that Indo smoke and I'm a real boss So when they walk through that door, b**h, grab my coat Indo make me choke, y'all n***as f**in' with whom? It's Top Dawg and the n***a comin' soon [Hook] [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar] Yeah, vigilante K. Dot, feelin' antsy when I jump in the booth Top Dawg, lick two shots Cameras off, this is pay-per-view, City of Compton-bound Your fraternity die instantly on my stompin' grounds Code of the streets, eye for an eye And only thing could come between that is a unibrow You are now tuned into hieroglyphics, chips like Macintosh Clips like a movie script Back off or I put tips on you like you strip Then make you strip like a chop shop, do your call This is real as it gets Y'all will never exist once I journalist the current events Furnace, return and burn on your strip Burn a homie, got an umbilical cord to my hip Glock 40, double clip, plus a six-shooter Catch forty, b**h, black Berry Gordy Flip, shorty, pa** him to the homies Half 'em lookin' for me, gave her good dick [Hook]