Shit Real Jay Rock (Ft. Tee Grizzley)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Eastside, BH dub, you know about us
Get shot, or get robbed, we get dollaz
Brick of blow, flip an O, hardly sniff it though
2 for 5 on a Friday, give and go
Bitch niggas wanna come and get a taste
They don't get it 'til they catch a red bottom to the face
(To the face)
No case, young nigga shootin' shit
Outta Delta '88 with the temporary plates
Foreign cars but we dog 'em like Buicks
Get to it, no talking, just do it
With no swoosh, just killers off that kush
Me and Grizzley on the track, we're both from the black book
All dirt, numbers scratched off that pistol
Selling crack vials out ya' momma back window
Momma talking loud 'bout the shit that he into
She ain't gotta ask every month, what that rent do

[Chorus: Jay Rock]
You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still
If you knew a nigga's story you would get chills
If you knew some of them secrets you would get killed
You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
You ain't knowing shit real, nigga shit chill, shit chill
You ain't knowing shit real nigga