get use to this þarký sözü

[intro]
let´s do it man
(i´m so bad!!!)
i´m in the building

[j.r. writer]
yo, i started the starters, and fathered the fathers who fathered
i slaughtered the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered
i target then spark and pa you´ll be part of this target
from artist to artist, j.r. is the hardest regardless
put your faith in his hands, they´ll be changing of plans
admit, i did it from standing in rain with a gram
now i sliver and glitter, jacob throw glaze on my hand
shit! d12, dont even know the name of my band
man i´m just superfly, two for five, bake the bake
eight for eight, eight to eight, wait i´m great, haters hate
cars come to paperchase, i´ve dealt with major cake
ever since jake the snake, all i rock was babe and ape´s
ouhh yea hun, does them old air 1´s
sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear none
i´m a pimp girl, get it through your eardrums
no i´m not telling you where you can get a pair from
i´m sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker then aint you
a picture in picture, just picture this picture i paint you
i´m swift the 5th when i grip it, it spit at an angle
you´ll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting with angels
i´m just doing me, jewelry, blue in beads
pinch it pa, it´s j.r., hitting hard, soon you´ll see
act a fool, we´ll take you back to school like truancy
so give me my respect, i´m the best, true indeed

[chorus 2x]
excuse the dip (please)
we moving bitch (move)
we the truth, we the proof, get use to this (yup)
our movement sick (yea), your movement shit (yea)
that´s the fact, have a nap and get use to this (yea)

[j.r. writer]
yo, i´m ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain
cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe game
i can do a price change (why?), but our pack is crunk
i dont mean pass the bronx, when i sell you whiteplain
look j is built, to let the.80 tilt
gun brawl, one call, that´ll get you haters killed
snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just chill
look here, i´m end for mills, and i aint talking baby milk
when i spray with the mag, you will play in the glad
that mean lay in the bag, like some haters that i had
ho´s i strip up in rags, serious shit
i aint talking periods when i say pussy stay in my pad
i amaze ´em like "dag", you aint a killer please
that aint no killer weed, them nick´s are filled with seeds
i hit the philippines, then cross river seas
whole sea for a week, where i dont feel a breeze
so i got hefner´s whores, with some excellent jaw
like the vet for sure, who want me to sex ´em raw
but i asked them more, give some head in the bed
then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit door
just face it my nig, you cant stay with the kid
i got paper, gators, many flavors you 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

[chorus 2x]

(i´m so bad!!!)