Get Use to This

Lyrics

Juelz Santana:Dip Dip DIp Dipset bitch/Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch/Dip Dip Dipset/ J.R.Writer:Yo lets do it man/I'm in the buildin'/ Yo I started tha' starters & fathered tha' fathers who fathered/ I slaughtered tha' slaughters & slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered/ I target then spark it & pa' you'll part of this target/ From artist to artist J.R. is tha' hardest reguardless/ Put ya' faith in his hands,they'll be chaning tha plans/ Admit it I did it from standin in rain wit a gram/ Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hands/ Shit D12 don't even know tha name of my band/ Man I'm just supafly 2 fo 5 bake ta' bate/ 8th ta'8th, 8 ta' 8 wait I"m great hataz hate/ Cuz, come to paper chase I dealt wit major cake/ Every since Jake the Snake,all I rock was Bathing Apes/ Ooo,yea' hun those them ol' air ones'/ Sneaks crispy 350,you ain't never wear none/ I'm a pimp girl get it though ya' ear drumbs,no I'm not tellin you where you ca' get a pair from/ I'm sick of tha sicker,you sick of the sickenin' ain't you?/ Come picture & picture,jus picture this picture I paint you/ I'm swift wit tha 5th when I grip it,it spit at angle/ You'll be stiffer than stiff,prepped up sittin wit angels/ I'm jus doin me jewlery bule it be/ It's ya pa'it's J.R.,hittin hard soon ya see/ Act a fool we'll take ya back to school like truancy/ Shit give me my respect,I'm tha best true in deed/ Chorus:juelz santana: Excuse the Dips(please) We movin bitch(move) We the Truth/ We the proof get used to this(yep) Our movement sick (yea') Ya' movement shit(yea') That's a fact have a nap & get used to this/ REPEAT:2X J.R. WRITER(2nd Verse) Let's do it Yo'I"m ice chains,bright rains,nice rains,sliced cain/ Copped a pound chop it down,rock tha town,hype game/ I could do a price chain,what I pack is crunk/ I don't mean you past the Bronx when I say your white plane/ Look J is built ta' let the 80 tilt/ Gun brawl one call that'll get you hataz killed/ Snapped popped sprayed & pilt,so friend jus chill/ Look here I'm in fa mills & I ain't talkin baby milk/ You I spray wit tha mag,youa' play in it glad/ That mean lay in a' bag like some haze that I had/ Hoes I scrap up & rag serious shit,I ain't talkin periods when I say pussy stay in my pad/ I amaze'em like dag,you ain't a killa please/ That ain't no killa weed,them nick's is filled wit seeds/ I hit the philippines acroos the river sea'/ O.C. fo' a week where I don't fill a breeze/ So I got Hefers hores,wit some excellent jaw/ Like a vet fo' sure,who want me to sex'em raw/ But I X them all,get some head in tha' bed/ Then wilt the chickenhead right towards the exist door/ Jus face it my nig,you can't stay wit the kid/ I got papers gators,many flavors you dig?/ They jus hate how I live,cuz the only time they see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib/ REPEAT CHORUS:2X(TIL SONG FADES)