: Check it These flagrant thugs got hate in they blood Shit it maybe the buzz that cater the grudge But I, I cater the drugs that take them above You
: (feat. 40 Cal) [JR Writer:] Look I been fresher another trend setter It's getting cold let's hit Pelle I need ten leathers Prick it's a fact I trick
: [JR Writer:] Writer, okay Uhh, I got 'em, DipSet, uhh Back to the lab, rap in the bag Roll me a blunt, pass me a pad, the dude's goin in I mastered
: [JR Writer:] [coughing] Writers Block, bitch Uhh, okay~! Live from the kitchen, I'm back scrappin, fryin and wheelin High as a pigeon, I am consistant
: (feat. Lil' Wayne) Writer I play the V.I.P.faithfully Basically aint nobody else great as me I got cakery(whats that) Thats the cake I see everytime
turn these creeps into dirt garbage(basura) I got that hunger that you had when you first started, hood to the burbs(suburbs)hardest truly a G(who?) JR writer
: [Intro:] Uhh see man (what) What you muh'fuckers fail to realize is (what's that?) I am that nigga (true) And ain't shit you could do about that, ya
REMIX J.R WRITER...FEATURING HELL RELL, AND MYSELF... KILLA! WE ABOUT TO LET Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS KNOW WHY WE RUN THE WORLD.....YA DIIIIIG? [Bridge: JR Writer
: (feat. Juelz Santana) Sagga Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Whatchu Know About Crack Whatchu Know About Crack Whatchu Know About Crack Hey Dont
: [Intro:] Chea! Dipset Oh oh you already know what it is man (You already know) JR Writer (Yessir) Writer's block (It's what it is) You hear them shots
after year man, consecutively (true story) What else can you ask for man (uh) I go by the name of J.R. Writer aka the writer of writers Man I done had
to pop and the ciphers with a bop 13 felt like one of the nicest kids to drop More practice I done made, the more nicer that I got People loved me, I end up ghost writin
: [J.R. Talks] Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock (uhh huh) Did my hundred miles and runnin Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail (Chea) [
t shit funny And quick to tell a bitch she ain't getting shit from me Holla back, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo [J.R. Talks:] Ok, Writer, (
: Uh, riot pump, riot pump Uh, riot pump Uh, let's get this shit crackin' man Yo [Verse 1:] This that gun in the spine (spine) This that one of a kind
a selfish act mack to ya pelvis black,i'll put you where Elvis at walkin pawn shop when i take ya chain and sell it back,crack. (chorus) (J.R. Writer
: (feat. Fred Money) [JR Writer:] Uhh uhh, okay Let's get at 'em man, W-B 4, uhh (woo~!) My fifth's on cock, so piss off ock So kick on rocks, I lick
: [scratched: "J.R. Writer"] [Intro:] Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em J.R. Writer, DipSet let's do it man,
