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 slautered tha` slauters & slautered the slauters who slautered/

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:

Ezcuse 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 pastor Bunks when I say a 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)
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