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"Get Use To This"

do it man
(I'm so bad!!!)
I'm in the

[J.R.
Yo, I the starters, and fathered the fathers who fathered
I slaughtered the slaughters, and slaughtered the who slaughtered
I target spark and Pa you'll be part of this target
From to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless
Put your faith in his hands, be changing of plans
Admit, I did it from standing in rain with a
Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob glaze on my hand
Shit! D12, dont know the name of my band
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, the bake
Eight for eight, eight to eight, I'm great, haters hate
Cars come to paperchase, dealt with major cake
Ever Jake the Snake, all I rock was Babe and Ape's
Ouhh yea hun, them old Air 1's
Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear
I'm a girl, get it through your eardrums
No I'm not telling you where you can get a from
I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the then aint you
A picture in picture, just picture this picture I you
I'm swift the 5th when I it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer than stiff, up sitting with angels
I'm just doing me, jewelry, in beads
it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool, we'll take you back to school like
So give me my respect, I'm the best, true

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the Dip (Please)
We bitch (Move)
We the truth, we the proof, get use to (Yup)
Our movement sick (Yea), your shit (Yea)
the fact, have a nap and get use to this (Yea)

[J.R.
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, range, slice cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, in towns, pipe game
I can do a change (why?), but our pack is crunk
I dont mean the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain
J is built, to let the .80 tilt
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you killed
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just
Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking milk
I spray with the mag, you will play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, like some haze I had
Ho's I up in rags, serious shit
I aint talking periods when I say stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer
aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds
I hit the philippines, then cross seas
Whole sea for a week, where I feel a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, some excellent jaw
the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, some head in the bed
Then whoop the right towards the exit door
Just face it my nig, you cant with the kid
I got paper, gators, many you dig
They just hate how I live, the only time
They see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my

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(I'm so bad!!!)