J.r. Writer A.r. Writer
Uh, OK, DipSet, I'm back
Lets get back to it
Hell Rell, History In The Making in stores (blah, blah, blah)
Yo Its JR
But for now ya'll can call me AR
Ray Charles could see that you don't pop up on my radar
I'm DipSet's flame
Who shouldn't check lames
And skip through they tracks like a express train
Let the kid explain
My spit rep game's
Like a big stretch Range
When it hit left lanes (full speed)
I run up on your block
With the inf red aim
And turn ya little spots into big red stains
Piss test chain
I get it from Dave
At the district its made
Little nigga behave (why)
We equipped with them Trays
So if you ever did swing a shovel on me you'd be using that to dig up your grave
Hey.. rookie its J
Push me and pay
Let the Smuk put him up, I'm a put him away
Lay some cheddar on his temple
Yes sir its simple
I have a couple goons go and press him like he wrinkles
Hop out put them little Westons on his dimples (there you go)
And do him the same way I wreck a instrumental
You should see the god damn records that the Sym do
If its a issue when I skip through alls you 'gon see is
