Get Use To This

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)