Get Use To This Lyrics

Feat. Juelz Santana

"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 fathered

I slaughtered the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered

I target then spark and Pa you'll be part of this target

From artist to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless

Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans

Admit, I did it from standing in rain with a gram

Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand

Shit! D12, don't even know the name of my band

Man I'm just superfly, two for five, bake the bake

Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate

Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with major cake

Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rock was bathing Ape's

Ouhh yea hun, does them old Air 1's

Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear none

I'm a pimp girl, get it through your eardrums

No I'm not telling you where you can get a pair from

I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker then aint you

A picture in picture, just picture this picture I paint you

I'm swift the 5th when I grip it, it spit at an angle

You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting with angels

I'm just doing me, jewelry, blue in beads

Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see

Act a fool, we'll take you back to school like truancy

So give me my respect, I'm the best, true indeed

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We moving bitch (Move)

We the truth, we the proof, get use to this (Yup)

Our movement sick (Yea), your movement shit (Yea)

That's the fact, have a nap and get use to this (Yea)

[J.R. Writer]

Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain

Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe game

I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is crunk

I don't mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain

Look J is built, to let the.80 tilt

Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters killed

Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just chill

Look here, I'm enfamils, and I aint talking baby milk

When I spray with the mag, you will play in the glad

That mean lay in the bag, like some haze that I had

Ho's I strip up in rags, serious shit

I aint talking periods when I say pussy stay in my pad

I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer please

That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds

I hit the philippines, then cross river seas

Whole sea for a week, where I don't feel a breeze

So I got Hefner's whores, with some excellent jaw

Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw

But I asked them more, give some head in the bed

Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit door

Just face it my nig, you can't stay with the kid

I got paper, gators, many flavors you dig

They just hate how I live, 'cause the only time

They see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib

[Chorus 2x]

(I'm so bad! )