Let's do it man

(I'm so bad!!!)

I'm in the building





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, dont 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 Babe and 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





Excuse the Dip (Please)

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)





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 dont 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 end for mills, 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 haters 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 dont 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 cant stay with the kid

I got paper, gators, many flavors you dig

They just hate how I live, cuz the only time 

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







(I'm so bad!!!)