Get Use To This
(专辑: Diplomatic Immunity 2 - 2004)
[Intro] Let's do it man (I'm so bad!!!) I'm in the
building [J.R. Writer] Yo, I
started the
starters, and fathered the
fathers who fathered I
slaughtered the
slaughters, and slaughtered the
slaughters who slaughtered I
target then spark and Pa you'll be part of this target From artist to artist, J.R. is the
hardest regardless Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans Admit, I
did it from standing in rain with a
gram Now I
sliver and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand Shit! D12, dont even know the
name of my band Man I'm just superfly, two for five, bake the
bake Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with major cake Ever since Jake the
Snake, all I
rock was Babe and Ape's Ouhh yea hun, does them old Air 1's Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear none I'm a
pimp girl, get it through your eardrums No I'm not telling you where you can get a
pair from I'm sicker the
sicker, you sicker the
sicker then aint you A
picture in picture, just picture this picture I
paint you I'm swift the
5th when I
grip it, it spit at an angle You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting with angels I'm just doing me, jewelry, blue in beads Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see Act a
fool, we'll take you back to school like truancy So give me my respect, I'm the
best, true indeed [Chorus 2x] Excuse the
Dip (Please) We moving bitch (Move) We the
truth, we the
proof, get use to this (Yup) Our movement sick (Yea), your movement shit (Yea) That's the
fact, have a
nap and get use to this (Yea) [J.R. Writer] Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain Cop the
pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe game I
can do a
price change (why?), but our pack is crunk I
dont mean pass the
Bronx, when I
sell you Whiteplain Look J
is built, to let the
.80 tilt Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters killed Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just chill Look here, I'm end for mills, and I
aint talking baby milk When I
spray with the
mag, you will play in the
glad That mean lay in the
bag, like some haters that I
had Ho's I
strip up in rags, serious shit I
aint talking periods when I
say pussy stay in my pad I
amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a
killer please That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds I
hit the
philippines, then cross river seas Whole sea for a
week, where I
dont feel a
breeze So I
got Hefner's whores, with some excellent jaw Like the
vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw But I
asked them more, give some head in the
bed Then whoop the
chickenhead right towards the
exit door Just face it my nig, you cant stay with the
kid I
got paper, gators, many flavors you dig They just hate how I
live, cuz the
only time They see me under the
wing is when I'm in the
basement of my crib [Chorus 2x] (I'm so bad!!!)