A.S over from London 40 Cal., Jha Jha what up ma, I got Miami in the house And the Writer of Writers, J.R {Hook} [J.R. Writer] {Cam Still talking} This
[Cam'ron] (Spoken) Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [JR Writer] (CHORUS) To all
"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
, Damage, yessir, J.R Writer To all of my Gs coast to coast Flaco The Great Hook: I'm a real O.G. (You ain't heard about me) I'm a real O.G (J.R Writer
say the god sick, brighten on the arm wrist Ainlt harm shit but I iced her like a mob hit A hard brick, biter every bar of piff You heartless, you's a writer
, turn these creeps into dirt garbage(basura) I got that hunger that you had when you first started, hood to the burbs(suburbs)hardest truly a G(who?) JR writer
chest cavity and fill it like a ???? Cap, Im a writers block Diplomath, When I write I swear I whip blue detox now im, Kicking Crack Kill a Track, Stop
Yo, JR, they've been waitin' for you, dawg They've been askin' You ready? You up, motherfucker, DipSet, let's go Writer To all my hustlers, rock smugglers
ain't shit funny And quick to tell a bitch she ain't getting shit from me Holla back, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo [J.R. Talks] Ok, Writer
Jr Writer [Verse 1] we poppin mean gators [gators] sour d flavors [uh huh] ashes like i had somebody cremated [woah] in other words i puff and land
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 (
fuck around iwill a-town you, turb you upside down my niggas born to win, you niggas takin sin who gives a fuck i give it up like an audience WRITER!
[Cam'ron] (Spoken) Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [JR Writer] (CHORUS) To
to pop and the ciphers with a bop Thirteen 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
i got what you need, from the water to the smack(smack) record her to a pack ship to florida then back im sorta just a mac see your daughter its a rap
Uh, uh, uh, uh 1 2 1 2? writer, baller, myc, life from the kitchen nigga oooohhhhhh what the fuck is going on out there ha? yeahh what you thought
r and this aim a-r (click-clack) and it's mayday paw this ain't play-play ya'll, dont try to play j.r. i'm hot, it don't stop ; i be spazzin, why not
Translation: the Diplomats. Push It(feat. J.r. Writer).
