(feat. Cam'Ron) [Intro: Cam'Ron] yo JR?, they've been waitin' for you dawg, they've been asking you ready? Dipset, Lets Go, Writer [HOOK: JR Writer
stupid Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up [repeated] Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up Get the piff, make
fixen to pop and the ciphers with a bop 13 felt like one of the nicest kids to drop More practice I done made, the more nicer that I got People loved me, I end up ghost writin
let off with the Tech Pushes that soft off of some steps Better yet, torture to death (Whoa) Punk even try it, slugs'll get fired Dump on the chump and make
shit enough of all that Verse 1 (40 Cal.) uh, you see my money like a baggel shop why i make the powder blow first i get papi bread,then i make sour
(feat. Fred Money) Okay (DipSet) Writer... JR Writer that is But you niggaz already know that man History in the making There's a lot of things you
what crack you spit, nigga you should take notes You ain't gotta jack my shit, I'll show you how to bake coke Turn it to a half a brick, make the game
my sneakers like I rolled up out the freezer (ice) Plus you ain't never seen a soldier on a skeezer That make the same chick dip it lower than Christina
[J.R. Talks] Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock (uhh huh) Did my hundred miles and runnin Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail (Chea) [
Writer Dutchbeatz yeah we the BG's [Mega:] I been patient fam' stuck in this crazy land Where men will lick your head off your shoulders so they can make
feat. Nicole Wray) [J.R. Writer:] Ma Im Wat U Been Missin In Ya Life U Been Missin In Ya Nites Plus Im Lookin 4 Wat U Call A Ms. For Mr. Right Ma Make
[scratched: "J.R. Writer"] [Intro:] Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em J.R. Writer, DipSet let's do it man, yo
Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo [J.R. Talks:] Ok, Writer, (DipSet) Who ready? [Verse 1:] Listen, This is natural, we're not compatible A hustler not a rapper dude, don't make
R. Writer] uhh chyea dipset, swisha house my man paul wall, jr writers definitely in the building yall lets bounce, bounce [Verse 1: J.R. Writer] im
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (