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J.R. Writer( Jr Writer )
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Pay Homage
Jr Writer
[40 Cal - Verse]
Ya see my money like a bagel shop, why I make the powder blow,
First I get poppy (papi) bread, then I make sour dough, (damn)
You still pump-a-nickel, move every hour slow,
My work so powerful, yo money ours bro,
Its no bagel jokes, But for butter I be raisin toast,
Like a bread truck I keep the latest loafs,
I serve beef, grab pounds and squeeze,
Get sick wit the 40, call it mad Cal disease,
My niggas get down for cheese, and felony raps,
Ya'll niggas hamsters, really cant tell if they rats,
But, you call em turtles when the shell in they back,
I play 8Ball from Menace, I can help you wit that,
Then I'm back to melt the track soon as the vanilla crack,
Two door NSX, thats a selfish Ac',
Mack to ya pelvis black, I put you where Elvis sat,
Walkin pawn shop when I take ya chain and sell it it back,
[J.R. Writer - Chorus]
Its the Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di Dip-set
You guys are not a threat, pay homage to the best, (Nigga)
Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di Dip-set
We got the streets own, you cannot compete holmes
Its the Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di Dip-set
Any problems it's a wrap, we put Harlem on the map, (yes!)
Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di Dip-set
You now rockin wit the best, pay homage to the Set
[J.R. Writer - Verse]
Listen, I'm bout flippin, but if the slouch trippin, (what?)
I put some scratch on his head like his scalps itchin, (here you go)
Dig it, JR is hot, whippin the car is drop,
Barbies watch (wow), the dealer admit it, Im hard to top,
Hater Im back, face it your wack (uh-huh),
JR is crack, the same thing they place in a pack,
I stay in the trap, (So what?),
So no you wont hear 808 when I put some damn bass on a track,
I bring the fiends out, give them niggas what they need,
I dont see droughts, it is figures what I see,
Bring them ki's out (where?) to the middle of the P's,
No matter the temperature degree (uh uh),
Rain, sleet, snow, Im pitchin 'em for sheez,
Peel bricks, youll have to goto Switzerland for these,
I get em off the greez, its easy to the beast,
You should bow down the next time you see me in the streets,
[J.R. Writer - Chorus]
Its the Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di Dip-set
You guys are not a threat, pay homage to the best, (Nigga)
Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di Dip-set
We got the streets own, you cannot compete holmes
Its the Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di Dip-set
Any problems its a wrap, we put Harlem on the map, (yes!)
Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di Dip-set
You now rockin wit the best, pay homage to the Set
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