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Seite 2: Work Magic
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JR Writer – Where The Cash At `?
Ayyy Ayyy Ayyy Ayyy
Dipset!
Whooo!
Okay (whoo)
Where the cash at huh? I mean you lookin at new money brother! Smell it? Fresh out the bank bag daddy!
Okay, Writer!
Listen I hustle with your daughter (Uh huh)
Who shuffle up the order (where?)
Strapped up on and off busses through the border (okay)
The slut is an importer (so what?)
So son David Blane aint the only one sitting in a bubble full of water
It’s mayhem soon as you put the bundles on the corner (why?)
There aint no competition (why?), I hustle them for shorter (okay)
These busters are informers (snitches)
Who **** with the reporters (word)
I know a couple smokers that‘ll pluck you for a quarter(braat)
Off ya, straight layin flat
For a lil 80 sack, spray the gat
Chase some cats, put em where his brains are at (braat)
Listen I’m a maniac, (maniac)
everything you lay is wack (trash)
So an itch is the only thing that’ll make you stretch (word)
I got a bitch that’ll get you soon as I hit her celly (get em)
And do you niggas like Lennox at the end of Belly (Belly)
Think everything is jelly (and what?), but when she run upon you (what)
Chorus:
(Don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at)
Okay! (whoo)
Writer!
Let’s wrap this up one time
Yo
UH Listen
To get em off the bench was a hobby
You would think I was gotti (how?)
How I made these crackheads sprint to the lobby (okay)
M’s on the shottie,
We move back to back in them new Cadillac with the vits (?) on the body (vroom)
Fly out to DR, get me a mami (for what?)
To move while, everything you flippin is strocky (?) (sour)
I pitch it to Bobby, go see Strawberry
And got somebody out West that’ll brings it to Ozzie (Osbourne)
My shades are vintage,
kickwear is moggly (uno), Wristwear is rocky (Bling!)
Sit there and watch me (sit there!)
Fresh clean, listen sissy I’m what fresh mean, (mean)
Neck glean - More pissy like a wet dream (Canaries)
All my ice is gray (BLING)
Check the price I pay (chi ching)
Those aint real stones, put the moisten ice away (put that away!)
I send a trick to see you right where you trapped at (the trap)
(Don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at)
by MrAeko
JR Writer – Wet Wipes
June 27th, History in the Making!
Okay! Writer (oh oh)
Dipset toller Typ (oh oh)
Get Ready! Uh
Let’s Do It Man
Yo
Listen We boppin mean gators (gators), Sour D flavors (uh huh)
Ashes, like I had somebody cremated (woh)
In other words I puff and lamp (?) (lamp), every bud is damp (damp)
And you will swear I plucked the branch of the mother plant (true story)
You’s a doja (doja), who get em from a smoker (uh huh)
I’m upstate tryin to talk business with the growers (what’s good)
You slower, so everyone you pitch it to is sober
I cut up and bag the grass quicker than a mower (mower)
Get em on the corner, (get em on the corner) the shit these vials known to (what?)
Make fiends take more hits than Maljoga (the boxer!)
Sit em on the curb (curb), Twisted off a bird (bird)
I get this raw here from the Indian reserves (island)
Before I get there, it’s a brick into reserve (here you go)
Stupid you need a boat, just to get to where they serve (stupid)
So curve, I don’t talk for mines,(no) I extort this grind (how?)
Couple Mexicans? Get em past the borderline (line)
Holla at me, R ‘ll hit you all with dimes
Parked up in that Porsche Recline, sharper than a porcupine (Errr)
Cuz I keep grindin, (grindin) every sleeve’s shinin (BLING)
You’s a jeweler huh? Ever seen some green diamonds? (ever seen some green diamonds?)
You don’t glitter you clown (clown), all my wristery drown (drown)
I aint sad but this chain keep bringin me down (what’s that?)
So expect, (what?) a kilo on my neck, 0
when you see me in the jacks with a sleezy on my left (left)
A toller Typ really think about reachin to be stretched (why?)
This ****ing desert is the only eagle he will get (blam)
Yes, plus it aint hard to see that I am fresh
With a fanbase that believe that I am the best (ME!)
I came a long way from the Ps upon the steps (steps)
Listen I’m the best, yes, secret ever kept
Writer! Ay faggot give a **** if they practice (why?)
Aint nobody hotter than me in my age bracket
Holla!
by MrAeko
That's A Bet (feat. Paul Wall)
[Intro: J.R. Writer]
uhh chyea
dipset, swisha house
my man paul wall, jr writers definitely in the building yall
lets bounce, bounce
[Verse 1: J.R. Writer]
im from the party to the lobby to the lobby with the pump
listen papi u aint gotti get the shotty if u stunt
masserati in the front, i aint shoot a toller Typ
but off one button i could put the body in the trunk
theres a body in the trunk, big body with the fronts
stitches to the face, dont even (polly) on the blunt
i hit mami if i want, cuz she aint seen a 6-4
so she just loves the impally when they jump
ima heave em to the con, fill his heater if u want
u'll be able to see, wat chu be eatin for a month
i (will steamers) to get launched, of me n paul wall
drag u up and down florida and leave u in the swamp
im a hustla homie, with some bigger funds, some bigger guns
i pull em out, shit kids'll run, get rid of somethin
they kid is done, thats just for fun
in a mayback, to the bay shack, better lay back
'fore i spray that, that 6 figure toller Typ want
[Chorus x2: Both]
stackin paper, we breakin bread
we gettin money, til the day we dead
its the swisha house and the dipset
this is history in the making, baby thats a bet
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
live from the swisha house, straight up outta that 3rd coast
pop seal, hold a 4, sip a drank, lets take a toast
im on my grind and on my note,
im breakin bread and chasing hoes
evading laws n tippin 4s,
this is the playa life that i chose
stack cheese, count cash, bad bitch, big ass
paul wall and jr writer, gettin for that puff puff pass
drip the candy, pop the trunk, drop some greens and ride that choppers
bang and screw in a parkin lot, with (michael watch) catchin all the boppers
on top of my game my eyes are peeled
im on the block im posted up
on south (leave) with cabbage head
we watchin the laws in a poster truck
got drank then pour it up, got dank then blow it up
got plicks i got the pump, wat it do, thats wats up
i keep a bodyguard by my waste, .40 cal thats my pal
**** a girlfriend, pack a compact plastic glock, thats my gal
swisha house we slow it down, in h town we hold it down
with 2 commas in my bank account, u best believe this shit go down
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: J.R. Writer]
u lookin at the get it getters, bigger figures hitters niggas
im just a pimp gave the fox (make u city slickers)
we some city slickers, sticky hitters, stick ya sister
fly to harlem, come to ball with some fifty-fifers
[Paul Wall:]
ballin is a habit baby, big body with big wheels
pocket of them ben franklins and pale full of big bills
my paper game is top notch, my hustle game is top notch
my ice game is top notch, check ya mouth check ya watch
[J.R. Writer:]
yao
you rockin with the livest, hoe. im vamanos, stay addios
flip pie, trick n fly, this the guy from stop n go
whip and (trough) stay ridin low, i aint a liar liar
swear im on fire at the dealer, hot drop n roll
[Paul Wall:]
we keep it pimpin pimpin, we stackin paper baby
ridin shotgun with a shotgun, in a cls mercedes
jr writer and paul wall, swang the fear, pour (a litre)
good hustlas, gettin money, we certified young block (breeders)
[Chorus x2]
by LanZe
JR Writer – One Blood Freestyle (A.R. Writer)
Uh
Okay! Dipset!
I’m back, let’s get back to it
History in the making, in stores
Blao, Blao, Blao
It’s JR, but for now, y’all can call me A.R.
Ray Charles could see that you don’t pop up on my radar
I’m Dipsets flame, who shouldn’t check lames
And skip through they tracks like a express train
Let the kid explain, My spit rap game’s
like a big stretch range, when they hit left lane
I run upon your block with the inf-red aim
And turn your lil spots into big red stains
Piss test chain, I get it from Dame
At the district it’s made, little toller Typ behave
We equipped with them trey’s
so if you ever get to swing a shovel on me You’ll be using that to dig up your grave
Hey, rookie it’s J, push me and pay
Let the smug put em up, I’ma put em away
Lay some cheddar on his temple, yes sir its simple
I have a couple goons gon press him like he wrinkle
Hop out, put them lil Wessons on his dimple
And do him the same way I wreck a instrumental
You should see the god damn records that the Sin do
If it’s a issue, when I skip through all you gon see is
ONE BLOOOOD
by MrAeko
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