J.r. Writer - Get Use To This Lyrics
`get Use To This`
[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 Haze 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, `cause 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!!!)
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