Suit Up (Dissin’ Mase)

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J.R. Writer - Rap

Suit Up (Dissin’ Mase)

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[Intro] Uh Saga, OK (Uh-huh) Writer's block, geah (Blaow) You know what it is, man (You already know, man) (Blaow, blaow) J.R. Writer (Yes sir) In the buildin' (Uh-huh) (Dip-Settttt) (Wooo) Go to war, huh? Huh, (Woo) you gon' have to suit up for us, homie (Gon' have to suit up, man) Parachutes (What else?) Hard hats (What else?) (Blaow) Army boots, goggles, (Blaow) [?] [?] ([?] up, man) Yo, listen [Verse] You couldn't move with this big boss My Coogi is Nick[?], sick Porsche (Skrrr) You ain't got a clue what this whip cost (Five hunnid) I don't mean to do it, I just floss, get lost (Get lost) Nah, I ain't mad, it's my jewelry that's pissed off (Canary) I'm cakin' for sure, face it, I'm raw (Raw) Shift the gear up to 6 quick, skate with your whore, see ya (See ya) Don't play with the boy, a gunna, fuck ya bumper ([?]) You just ride around with the plate in your jaw (Woah) For a couple months, have to eat steak through a straw Scrеamin' "Damn the hospital wars, I can't take it no more" (Stop cryin') Wе keep treys in the doors (Doors) A couple Ks in the floor (Blaow) How the fuck this nigga gon' bring mace to a war (Mace?) You ain't blurrin' my vision, all these birds that I'm flippin' (Flippin') Now half of your dudes are certified snitching (I heard) I don't care who you are, you heard that I'm sicknin', 20 These niggas like 35 spittin' (Word) The [?] is crack (Crack) You speakin' to a Mack Change your name to Ninja Turtles, your leader is a rat (Think about it) It's fever when I rap (Rap) I creeped up out the trap, party 'till the lights come on, you breezin' out the back (Where you goin'?) Huh, I keep that thing, poppi, let not a thing stop me (Stop me) For king Joffy (What?) I put you in a sling, awkie (Blaow) Step in a ring rocky, better bring some shells with you You get your head popped off soon as Juelz whistle Be there asap, if it's Hell Rell's issue Jim Jones, 40 Cal leave a nigga well crippled (Wheelchairs) Don't be mad at us, we doin' what we doin' (Doin') Diplomat, Records, the only movement movin' [Outro] Hear me? Can't fuck wit us Back up, man History in the makin' this Summer

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