I Aint Inna Hard Work Im Inna Hard Work Dog Even That Wasnt Even Hard Work U Need Star Seach Apollo Ameature U Not In My League Stay Out Of Jr's Peramiter
Ron, Lil Wayne) [Cam'ron: Spoken] Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [CHORUS: JR Writer
(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
Mr. Rooga Rooga, Imma Shoota Shoota U Hung Wit Da Girls U Double Dutch A Hoola Hoopa, Hop Skip Ina Jumpin Lock Clickin And Chumpin, Glock Clickin And Dumpin Itz Da Mike. [Jr Writer
(feat. Fred Money) [JR Writer:] Uhh uhh, okay Let's get at 'em man, W-B 4, uhh (woo~!) My fifth's on cock, so piss off ock So kick on rocks, I lick
[JR Writer:] Writer, okay Uhh, I got 'em, DipSet, uhh Back to the lab, rap in the bag Roll me a blunt, pass me a pad, the dude's goin in I mastered
Check it These flagrant thugs got hate in they blood Shit it maybe the buzz that cater the grudge But I, I cater the drugs that take them above You couldn
REMIX J.R WRITER...FEATURING HELL RELL, AND MYSELF... KILLA! WE ABOUT TO LET Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS KNOW WHY WE RUN THE WORLD.....YA DIIIIIG? [Bridge: JR Writer
OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? WE GETTING MONEY OVER HERE....WHAT IT DO PIMPIN? [J.R. Writer:] That
REAL O.G (J.R WRITER NIGGAAAA) I'M A REAL O.G (YOU AIN'T HEARD ABOUT ME?) [J.R. Writer:] I been the hardest with them bars of piff, you could tell JR
[Hook: x2] Nigga stand up (what) put ya hands up (what) Keep the tan on the land and your cam tucked (what) It's a damn must For me to separate the
[Verse 1:] Uh, jea, uh, jea, uh, jea, yo, You know I'm smooth to my feet, When I move and I creep, I need a rider chick that's in tuned with streets,
(feat. 40 Cal) [JR Writer:] Look I been fresher another trend setter It's getting cold let's hit Pelle I need ten leathers Prick it's a fact I trick
Uh, DipSet It go cop a pie, cop a brick Cop an ounce, cop a nick Get the yay and get away If you say it's not that piff Make ya lighter flick Let's
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
Uh, riot pump, riot pump Uh, riot pump Uh, let's get this shit crackin' man Yo [Verse 1:] This that gun in the spine (spine) This that one of a kind
a selfish act mack to ya pelvis black,i'll put you where Elvis at walkin pawn shop when i take ya chain and sell it back,crack. (chorus) (J.R. Writer
(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
