歌曲 | Put You On |
歌手 | JR Writer |
专辑 | History in the Making |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brito, Brito, Novelli | |
(feat. Fred Money) | |
Okay (DipSet) | |
Writer... JR Writer that is | |
But you niggaz already know that man | |
History in the making | |
There's a lot of things you niggaz don't know about me, man | |
Let me put you on though, man | |
Well, I was making sales | |
At the age of twelve | |
Pack margarine, black laundry, case of shells | |
Never Dave Chappelle | |
Half baking, half faking, I was cash-chasing | |
Let me put you on | |
Before a hooker's song I wrote | |
Or would perform | |
I was pushing strong, you niggaz cooked it wrong | |
Ain't have 'em hooked for long | |
I hit the hood wit' form | |
Before Killa ever said "Let me put you on" | |
Flipping, listen baby I was never dumb | |
Sitting in the lobby like I'm waiting for some mail to come | |
Come see me, believe me I got it | |
Girl I'm with some chicken-head but my B is exotic | |
Cause I'm seen in the projects with the top low | |
Glocked though, that'll leave more holes in your body than a Quatro | |
That's a Maserati pappo, stop slow | |
You don't really know me that well, let me put you on | |
I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest (so what?) | |
This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to this vet | |
Listen closer, I'm the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on | |
How I used to, go to school in class stuntin' | |
Back bubblin' like come and get a pack buzzin' | |
Ask cousin, brick up in the class oven | |
Had every other student up in cooking class buggin' | |
Box cutter, keep thinkin' I ain't stash nothing | |
While you was cuttin' class nigga, I was class cuttin' | |
In the schoolyard like let me catch a cat frontin' | |
I'm a slap something, let me put you on | |
I hit so much teachers with the lean | |
The principle, had to call a meeting with the dean | |
But that's just cause they wanted a piece of what I seen | |
Similar to gymnastics how I keep it on the beam | |
Had everybody in they classes getting high | |
Since elementary it's been a fact that I am fly | |
I tell the customers put the cash up in the sky | |
And treat 'em like a bad comedian | |
Slap 'em with a pie | |
Ha, all day in the lobby with piff | |
Still, sitting around like I gotta be rich | |
So me and ?? gotta pull some robberyshit | |
And drag frontin' niggaz outta they whips | |
Let me put you on | |
I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest | |
This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to me yet | |
You need practice, plus you average, get in tuned with this threat | |
Fred Money, excuse me I'm next, let me put you on | |
I'm up next, yes the name is Fred Money (I'm up) | |
I'm waiting my spot now watch how I shot dummies | |
Blame Writer cause the swagger brushed off something | |
The closet a jungle, gators and some wet monkeys | |
Look ya haters love me, bitches get no paper from me | |
Pull up my sleeve at midnight and it turning sunny | |
Before Writer was spitting, it was robbin' or sellin' | |
With him from a ski maskers to a Diplomat skully | |
I ain't frontin', I'm tellin' straight facts | |
Decided to quit school cause I had to wear slacks | |
Nothing to do with clippers when I push them wigs back | |
Was handed the same shit: either rap or push packs | |
Thought about it, I ain't hustlin' for scraps | |
Driving to the top, that's only bringin' me flats | |
Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J says its crack | |
A few mixtapes later, he like "Fred, let me put you on" | |
I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest (so what?) | |
This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to the vet | |
Listen closer, I'm the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on |
zuo qu : Brito, Brito, Novelli | |
feat. Fred Money | |
Okay DipSet | |
Writer... JR Writer that is | |
But you niggaz already know that man | |
History in the making | |
There' s a lot of things you niggaz don' t know about me, man | |
Let me put you on though, man | |
Well, I was making sales | |
At the age of twelve | |
Pack margarine, black laundry, case of shells | |
Never Dave Chappelle | |
Half baking, half faking, I was cashchasing | |
Let me put you on | |
Before a hooker' s song I wrote | |
Or would perform | |
I was pushing strong, you niggaz cooked it wrong | |
Ain' t have ' em hooked for long | |
I hit the hood wit' form | |
Before Killa ever said " Let me put you on" | |
Flipping, listen baby I was never dumb | |
Sitting in the lobby like I' m waiting for some mail to come | |
Come see me, believe me I got it | |
Girl I' m with some chickenhead but my B is exotic | |
Cause I' m seen in the projects with the top low | |
Glocked though, that' ll leave more holes in your body than a Quatro | |
That' s a Maserati pappo, stop slow | |
You don' t really know me that well, let me put you on | |
I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest so what? | |
This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to this vet | |
Listen closer, I' m the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on | |
How I used to, go to school in class stuntin' | |
Back bubblin' like come and get a pack buzzin' | |
Ask cousin, brick up in the class oven | |
Had every other student up in cooking class buggin' | |
Box cutter, keep thinkin' I ain' t stash nothing | |
While you was cuttin' class nigga, I was class cuttin' | |
In the schoolyard like let me catch a cat frontin' | |
I' m a slap something, let me put you on | |
I hit so much teachers with the lean | |
The principle, had to call a meeting with the dean | |
But that' s just cause they wanted a piece of what I seen | |
Similar to gymnastics how I keep it on the beam | |
Had everybody in they classes getting high | |
Since elementary it' s been a fact that I am fly | |
I tell the customers put the cash up in the sky | |
And treat ' em like a bad comedian | |
Slap ' em with a pie | |
Ha, all day in the lobby with piff | |
Still, sitting around like I gotta be rich | |
So me and nbsp?? gotta pull some robberyshit | |
And drag frontin' niggaz outta they whips | |
Let me put you on | |
I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest | |
This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to me yet | |
You need practice, plus you average, get in tuned with this threat | |
Fred Money, excuse me I' m next, let me put you on | |
I' m up next, yes the name is Fred Money I' m up | |
I' m waiting my spot now watch how I shot dummies | |
Blame Writer cause the swagger brushed off something | |
The closet a jungle, gators and some wet monkeys | |
Look ya haters love me, bitches get no paper from me | |
Pull up my sleeve at midnight and it turning sunny | |
Before Writer was spitting, it was robbin' or sellin' | |
With him from a ski maskers to a Diplomat skully | |
I ain' t frontin', I' m tellin' straight facts | |
Decided to quit school cause I had to wear slacks | |
Nothing to do with clippers when I push them wigs back | |
Was handed the same shit: either rap or push packs | |
Thought about it, I ain' t hustlin' for scraps | |
Driving to the top, that' s only bringin' me flats | |
Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J says its crack | |
A few mixtapes later, he like " Fred, let me put you on" | |
I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest so what? | |
This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to the vet | |
Listen closer, I' m the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on |
zuò qǔ : Brito, Brito, Novelli | |
feat. Fred Money | |
Okay DipSet | |
Writer... JR Writer that is | |
But you niggaz already know that man | |
History in the making | |
There' s a lot of things you niggaz don' t know about me, man | |
Let me put you on though, man | |
Well, I was making sales | |
At the age of twelve | |
Pack margarine, black laundry, case of shells | |
Never Dave Chappelle | |
Half baking, half faking, I was cashchasing | |
Let me put you on | |
Before a hooker' s song I wrote | |
Or would perform | |
I was pushing strong, you niggaz cooked it wrong | |
Ain' t have ' em hooked for long | |
I hit the hood wit' form | |
Before Killa ever said " Let me put you on" | |
Flipping, listen baby I was never dumb | |
Sitting in the lobby like I' m waiting for some mail to come | |
Come see me, believe me I got it | |
Girl I' m with some chickenhead but my B is exotic | |
Cause I' m seen in the projects with the top low | |
Glocked though, that' ll leave more holes in your body than a Quatro | |
That' s a Maserati pappo, stop slow | |
You don' t really know me that well, let me put you on | |
I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest so what? | |
This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to this vet | |
Listen closer, I' m the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on | |
How I used to, go to school in class stuntin' | |
Back bubblin' like come and get a pack buzzin' | |
Ask cousin, brick up in the class oven | |
Had every other student up in cooking class buggin' | |
Box cutter, keep thinkin' I ain' t stash nothing | |
While you was cuttin' class nigga, I was class cuttin' | |
In the schoolyard like let me catch a cat frontin' | |
I' m a slap something, let me put you on | |
I hit so much teachers with the lean | |
The principle, had to call a meeting with the dean | |
But that' s just cause they wanted a piece of what I seen | |
Similar to gymnastics how I keep it on the beam | |
Had everybody in they classes getting high | |
Since elementary it' s been a fact that I am fly | |
I tell the customers put the cash up in the sky | |
And treat ' em like a bad comedian | |
Slap ' em with a pie | |
Ha, all day in the lobby with piff | |
Still, sitting around like I gotta be rich | |
So me and nbsp?? gotta pull some robberyshit | |
And drag frontin' niggaz outta they whips | |
Let me put you on | |
I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest | |
This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to me yet | |
You need practice, plus you average, get in tuned with this threat | |
Fred Money, excuse me I' m next, let me put you on | |
I' m up next, yes the name is Fred Money I' m up | |
I' m waiting my spot now watch how I shot dummies | |
Blame Writer cause the swagger brushed off something | |
The closet a jungle, gators and some wet monkeys | |
Look ya haters love me, bitches get no paper from me | |
Pull up my sleeve at midnight and it turning sunny | |
Before Writer was spitting, it was robbin' or sellin' | |
With him from a ski maskers to a Diplomat skully | |
I ain' t frontin', I' m tellin' straight facts | |
Decided to quit school cause I had to wear slacks | |
Nothing to do with clippers when I push them wigs back | |
Was handed the same shit: either rap or push packs | |
Thought about it, I ain' t hustlin' for scraps | |
Driving to the top, that' s only bringin' me flats | |
Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J says its crack | |
A few mixtapes later, he like " Fred, let me put you on" | |
I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest so what? | |
This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to the vet | |
Listen closer, I' m the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on |