Мир поделен злом и добром, Очень непросто в нем быть королем, И, в этом мире бывает порой, Не разобраться кто шут, кто король. Быть королем, жить под
My friend drove off the other day Now he's gone and all they say is you gotta live cause life goes on Well now I see I'm mortal too I can't live my life
I stare at my reflection in the mirror... Why am I doing this to myself? Losing my mind on a tiny error, I nearly left the real me on the shelf ... "
You my new school (love) You my old school (love) And it's so true You're the one I'm thinking of You my new school (love) You my old school (love) And
S.A.S over from London 40 Cal., Jha Jha what up ma, I got Miami in the house And the Writer of Writers, J.R {Hook} [J.R. Writer] {Cam Still talking}
[Cam'ron] (Spoken) Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [JR Writer] (CHORUS) To all
"Get Use To This" [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
My friend drove off the other day And now he's gone and all they say Is you gotta live 'cause life goes on But now I see I'm mortal too I can't live
Lay down laws call me ground law but don't confuse me wit da law Naw, but just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R. I ain't trippin' nigga
Saga, Damage, yessir, J.R Writer To all of my Gs coast to coast Flaco The Great Hook: I'm a real O.G. (You ain't heard about me) I'm a real O.G (J.R
Hook: Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em We get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ,get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
[Chorus] I've been doing this consistant,I ain't neva changed,every studio I visit it was set in flames (FIRE) If you respect the game, get your money
Chorus ????????????????????????????????? ????????????????????????????????? Get ya head bit off dealing with a Dog Nigga, You lil fraud spitters, not at
Yo, JR, they've been waitin' for you, dawg They've been askin' You ready? You up, motherfucker, DipSet, let's go Writer To all my hustlers, rock smugglers
get money like ain'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.
] so curve i dont talk to mines [nope] i extort this grind [how?] couple mexicans get em past the border line [line] holla at me [holla] R will hit
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (
