Get Used To This Lyrics

Get Used To This lyrics

Dip Dip Dipset biotch

Dip Dip Dipset biotch

Dip Dip Dipset bitch



[J.R. Writer]

Yo I started the starters and fathered the fathers who fathered

I slaughter the slaughters and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered

I target than spark it, and Pa you'll be part of this target

From artist to artist J.R. is that hardest regardless

Put your fate in his hands, there'll be changin of plans

A man did, I did it from standin in rain wit a gram

Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand

Shit, D-12 don't even know the name of my band

Man I'm just super fly, two for five, bake the bait

Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate

Cubs come to paper chase, I've dealt with major cake

Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin' Apes

OOH yeah hun, those them old Air Ones

Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain't never wear none

I'm a pimp girl, get it through your ear drums

No I'm not tellin' you where you can get a pair from

I'm sicker than sicker, you sicker than sicker now ain't chu

A Picturin picture, just picture this picture I paint you

I'm swift with the fifth, when I grip it, it spit at an angle

You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick, up sittin with angels

I'm just doin' me jewelery, blue it be

Pimp's ya pa, it's J.R. hittin hard, soon you'll see

Act a fool we'll take you back to school like truency

So give me my respect, I'm the best true indeed



[Hook]

Excuse the Dips (please)

We movin' bitch (Move)

We the truth, we the proof get used to this (yup)

Our movements sick, your movements shit, that's a fact have a nap and get

used to this(yeah)

Excuse the Dips (please)

We movin' bitch (Move)

We the truth, we the proof get used to this (yup)

Our movements sick, your movements shit, that's a fact have a nap and get

used to this(yeah)



[Verse - 2]

Yo, I'm ice chain, bright range, nice rings, splice caine

Cop the pound, chop it down, rock ya town, pipe game

I can do a price change (why)

What I pack is crunk I don't mean pass the Bronx when I say ya white plain

Look J is built, to let the eighty tilt

Gun brawl, one call, that'll get you haters killed

Snap, pop, sprayed and peeled, so friend just chill

Look here, I'm in fa mills and I ain't talkin baby milk

When I spray with the mag, you will play in it glad

That means lay in a bag, like some haters that I had

Hoes I scrap up and rag

Serious, shit I ain't talkin periods when I say pussy stay in my path

I amaze 'em like dag, you ain't a killa please

That ain't no killa weed, them twigs are filled wit seeds

I hit the Philipines across the river seas

O.C. for weeks where I don't feel the breeze

So I got hefers, whores, with some excellent jaw

Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex them raw

But I X'd them all

Get some head in the bed

then walk the chickenhead right towards the exit door (out)

Just face it my nig', you can't stay with the kid

I got paper, gators, many flavors ya 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



[Hook]