Jay Rock’s 112 bars he did over Pac’s Can’t C Me![Intro]

Yeah niggas!

Who the fuck you thought it was?

It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!

Before I get started, let me get a rest in peace to my nigga Pac

Gotta go in on this one

Yeah, let's go

[Verse]

Give me my money and stacks and lace my swishas with kush, nigga

Hard liquor fuck up my liver, guaranteed I pick up

The west coast like the phone is ringing, hello

Anybody on this phone this evening? Guess not

Jay Rock, out the bottom of Watts

Gangsta, ain't shit pop but the water in pots

We cookin the crack, distributin' to the block

Gettin' it back, I use the same formula for rap

I'm warnin' ya, leavin' more dead bodies for the coroner

Shootin any witness with a cornea

As far as rap, I'm best the rapper out of California

Warrior, in the 300 like a Spartan

Gladiator, blast a hater, put em in a coffin

For coughin', that thera-flu won't do

Gonna need more if you don't wanna see the lord

Tell me what ya livin' for like 2 times 2

I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead

Cold red, money clippers if a nigga fold bread

That will feed four people for the next four years

I ain't just got ends, I end careers

Cosigned by the allmighty pac when I drop science

Like? I'm not lyin'

Put a scar on your face like Simba's uncle

Dumb fuck, I was built to tussle

Gangbang, murder state, west side of the mississippi

Where you can die like a shirt from an old hippie

Peep the irony, the heater on me when it's nippy

Hit a nigga on Q like I'm from the fifties

Roll through the sixties just to fuck withNnippsey

Hussle to the death like interpreters I'm hurtin' ya

I could close curtain ya, but I'll let you bleed

I'm a top dog, nigga, like?

Got the game on lock, but I'm stealin' the keys

Don't get it twisted, honey, I'm still with the bees

Like sean carter on the yacht, what you got, nothing, nigga

Give it up, circle round the block (BUCK-BUCK a nigga)

What the fuck, this is hip-hop to the third degree

Murder emcees, send 'em up, throw 'em in a burboun truck

Throw some gasoline on 'em, light a match, burn em' up

I don't think you heard enough, fuck it, let me turn it up

Grab ya bitch, turn her out, sell her for a couple buds

Put her on a stroll, bet she'll bring back a armored truck

Tell her I'm a city nigga, gritty nigga, grimy nigga

Even when you eyes closed, guaranteed you'll find me

In the Watts with a backroad, the hood made my heart cold

Put me in a loophole, now the nigga do shows

Kick flows like I knew martial arts

Raving at Peter Parker once a nigga climb the charts

All my real niggas follow, I don't fuck with pussy niggas

Fuck with real bloods, real crips, who you foolin', nigga?

Jay Rock, jack the ripper, rep for every ghetto

I'm a still be here even when the smoke settle on a sunset

Rollin' down sunset, hand on the wheel

Middle finger to the cops, give a fuck how they feel

I'm a ride like a freighttrain on ya rap-lames

Screaming Bounty Hunters got the projects on my back, mane

You ain't gotta aks mane, Jay Rock got it

Top Dawg, aka they got dollas

Big like Chris Wallace, fly like weed parlors

Sig on my lap, we'll pop your collar

From the land where the coolest cat will drop your mama

Mouthpiece like barack obama, but still street

Stilll creep through your set, I'm a thug I guess

Cold stares for the clothes I dress, I'm well aware of that

Niggas be hatin', soon as they jump like a car cable

Homie gon' be disabled, screaming for help

Tryin' to kill me? Better off killing yourself, because

It's suicide

The way I was raised, either do or die

You can die any given time, it's not promised

Hop out, spray llamas, come back with the Big Mac

Hassle McDonalds on our house, what you 'bout?

Big money?, for cheap talk

Bumping your gums, you'll get your teeth lost

Play me for dumb, we bust guns, leave ya street-chalked

Do this for fun, we hit ya block, let the piece bump

Like pitbulls, get shookup when the flow cook up

Tell 'em I got the hookup like candyman on your steps

I command respect like a law permitted to y'all

Y'all never come brawl with the west coast general

Criminal background, tell mama her son rap now

No more hustling rocks up in that crackhouse

All I do is bring it to you, pay per view

Food for thought, brought wordplay, what you brought

I brought the big boys with me, my project people

Call me Bishop Lamont, stand on top of the church steeple

Writin' raps 'til my hands collapse

Starin' at the world from a different view like my crooked eye do

Hold my beach cruiser as I ride by you

With my Glasses on, shout out to Malone

Out-of-towners want to trip, then I'm ready to rob 'em

See I got that K boy, who wanna pile 'em

And that K got a Dot, if I let a shot go

Hit you in your Ab, and there go your Soul

On my misson ready to roll, let's do this to a living

But Jay said that's a felony cause niggas keep on telling

If a coward snitch on me, then this what I'll do

Pull the rocket out and let it bang loose

Then give his mama the blues, like SBI

Got hot dollars now, so the FBI

All inside of my ride, that's the Cadillac Fleetwood

If the west blow, shit, you know that the east would

I'm coastal with it, look, me and Mistah Fab

Doing fabolous digits, it's a family business

In the field with that, then you get stuck up

Give it to you every day, seven years of bad luck

Who got the gin and the juice, toss it up for my name

I don't know how many bars, but this not a game