Jay Rock - Act Tuff lyrics

[Intro] Jay Rock, K. Dot Watts City finest, and the Hub City threat LB I see you my n***a Let's go [Verse 1: Jay Rock] I'm trying to get cash, quick fast In the back she's a [?] With past of Trinidad [?] plenty hash up in the stash When you got gangsta black [?] up in the back room When I walk back, more vicious than wildcats I would have swallowed that Nickerson Garden projects gain the profit Of my lyrical content Build a monument Gotta put a clip to your conscience Watch this, pull up on your block in a stick-shift Pop six, watch you fall just from the fifth hit The spliff lit, when I'm high can't I spit sick First round, number one draft on [?] sh** Got the mind of a chief, the heart of a soldier With a rifle got a hell of a range like rover And the fight, got a hell of a strike like vipers When the gat, got a hell of a aim like snipers [Hook: Jay Rock and (Kendrick Lamar)] You wanna act tough Let's see if you really are, when this gun busts Oh you say you want war, n***a let's go Bring the drama, that's on my momma You don't wanna rumble Jay Rock I'll put you under (You wanna act tough Let me see if you really hard, when this gun busts Oh you say you want war, n***a let's go Bring the drama, that's on my momma You don't wanna rumble K. Dot will put you under) [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Since VapoRubs mom's got my Nyquizzle I was just a scrub now it's all about the bizzles Trying to make a buck slinging weed and E pizzles My n***a hit me up, and as far the stizzle I'll eat your a** up show you how a bullet fizzle Get your a** touched one hand on your whizzle The other on the clutch, my middle finger up sh** I'm not giving a f** Catch me on Rosecrans and Central leanin' like I'm supposed to My brain is mental a n***a stay focused Plus I'm in the hood with the hood rats and roaches Caught crack, and served a three-fifth on my culture Desert Eagle on me these n***as acting like vultures I ain't dying homie I swear that your thoughts is bogus Keep the iron on me I'll crease you flat if you approach us Acting how you act you gone get some out of that holster [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] I'm a Watts living soldier n***a I ain't running, I'ma stand my ground I'ma keep on gunning My momma never raised a punk, n***a I ain't a chump You disrespect you'll be on my thump Ghetto k**, make you lift up You don't wanna get struck Like a match, got a back That'll break a sh** bruh I attack with a Mac, that'll tear your sh** up Now the paramedics gotta come and make that pick up Dog, I hit your block in a pick-up Jay Rock I'm me, a lion, a man, a [?] I do it by myself, with a hook and an uppercut Doctor got a stitch you up n***a are you real or what I'm a little guy but I'm tough I hit hard then I'm natural You a dead man when my gat bust If you running n***a better run a little faster These bullets like Heinz oh yeah they'll catch ya [Hook]