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letra de get use to this - the diplomats

juelz santana:dip dip dip dipset b-tch/dip dip dip dipset b-tch/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 slaughtered tha’ slaughters & slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered/
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/
sh-t 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/
sh-t give me my respect,i’m tha best true in deed/

chorus:juelz santana:
excuse the dips(please)
we movin b-tch(move)
we the truth/
we the proof get used to this(yep)
our movement sick (yea’)
ya’ movement sh-t(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 k!lled/
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 scr-p up & rag serious sh-t,i ain’t talkin periods when i say p-ssy stay in my pad/
i amaze’em like dag,you ain’t a k!lla please/
that ain’t no k!lla 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 h0r-s,wit some excellent jaw/
like a vet fo’ sure,who want me to s-x’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 bas-m-nt of my crib/

repeat chorus:2x(til song fades)

- the diplomats

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