J.R. Writer - Prey lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Prey lyrics]
Come ‘n’ rumble in the jungle, with a gun
You overmumble
Shocks me if you ever stumble
- then you’re done
It’s a slum, we don’t fumble
We go bundle after bundle
I’m from Harlem son
You ain’t gotta wonder where I’m from
Big ‘ol drums by the bed, he gon’ run
Not a chance
Big ‘ol trunk not a branch, hit him once
Body cramps
Fuck just tonight, she gon’ jump, I’m the man
As bad as a Justine Right, tell them chumps
I’ve been stamped
Dumb as dance, I’ve done did
More IV then a nurse, understand
My wrist blowin’ white as Papa Smurf
I’m advanced
I don’t need your record label deal
Pop a xan
‘Cause if I hit a set, too late to peel
Yes you chill
I’m orangutan, not your claim to fame
Call the Tech they suspendin’ me
‘cause I don’t play those games
Yes I’m, stay away, I’m allergic
Ya’ll get murdered
Ya deserve it, it’s a wrap like a turban
I convert it time to rock, fire shots
Ain’t no point tryin’ to block
Find a box, on hydraulics
We gon’ watch the body drop
I’ve been hustlin’ since Writers Blocks
Niggas playin’ - I’ma pop
I was but what’s shakin’ - Michael Fox
Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play?
Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?
There's no surrender and there's no escape
Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?
Come ‘n’ rumble in the jungle, with a gun
You overmumble
Shocks me if you ever stumble
- then you’re done
It’s a slum, we don’t fumble
We go bundle after bundle
I’m from Harlem son
You ain’t gotta wonder where I’m from
Big ‘ol drums - MPC, he got punked
Let him be they get runned, then we
Flee, ‘till they come, yellin’ freeze
You’ll see blood, if he play, my day ones
MBB
What up Moo, with them treys, I was once MCG
100C
I had a long day, poured me a drink, MVP
I came up to get ballin’ again, envy me
I’m the reason Harlem on the rise
Get his keys
‘Cause he do too much buzz to let him drive
Tell them guys, I don’t play, baddest mami
On her way that’s a fact
Charlamagne gave her donkey of the day
I’m okay
Ya’ll can keep all the hate that I don’t need
I’m a boss, niggas soft, cottage cheese
Save your props are ya’ll takin’ shots
‘fore I make a hottest tater tot
Zip your mouth
When I’m finna pipe too late to stop
I’ll whip you out
‘till I turn the stop to vacant lots
Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play?
Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?
There's no surrender and there's no escape
Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?
You overmumble
Shocks me if you ever stumble
- then you’re done
It’s a slum, we don’t fumble
We go bundle after bundle
I’m from Harlem son
You ain’t gotta wonder where I’m from
Big ‘ol drums by the bed, he gon’ run
Not a chance
Big ‘ol trunk not a branch, hit him once
Body cramps
Fuck just tonight, she gon’ jump, I’m the man
As bad as a Justine Right, tell them chumps
I’ve been stamped
Dumb as dance, I’ve done did
More IV then a nurse, understand
My wrist blowin’ white as Papa Smurf
I’m advanced
I don’t need your record label deal
Pop a xan
‘Cause if I hit a set, too late to peel
Yes you chill
I’m orangutan, not your claim to fame
Call the Tech they suspendin’ me
‘cause I don’t play those games
Yes I’m, stay away, I’m allergic
Ya’ll get murdered
Ya deserve it, it’s a wrap like a turban
I convert it time to rock, fire shots
Ain’t no point tryin’ to block
Find a box, on hydraulics
We gon’ watch the body drop
I’ve been hustlin’ since Writers Blocks
Niggas playin’ - I’ma pop
I was but what’s shakin’ - Michael Fox
Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play?
Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?
There's no surrender and there's no escape
Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?
Come ‘n’ rumble in the jungle, with a gun
You overmumble
Shocks me if you ever stumble
- then you’re done
It’s a slum, we don’t fumble
We go bundle after bundle
I’m from Harlem son
You ain’t gotta wonder where I’m from
Big ‘ol drums - MPC, he got punked
Let him be they get runned, then we
Flee, ‘till they come, yellin’ freeze
You’ll see blood, if he play, my day ones
MBB
What up Moo, with them treys, I was once MCG
100C
I had a long day, poured me a drink, MVP
I came up to get ballin’ again, envy me
I’m the reason Harlem on the rise
Get his keys
‘Cause he do too much buzz to let him drive
Tell them guys, I don’t play, baddest mami
On her way that’s a fact
Charlamagne gave her donkey of the day
I’m okay
Ya’ll can keep all the hate that I don’t need
I’m a boss, niggas soft, cottage cheese
Save your props are ya’ll takin’ shots
‘fore I make a hottest tater tot
Zip your mouth
When I’m finna pipe too late to stop
I’ll whip you out
‘till I turn the stop to vacant lots
Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play?
Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?
There's no surrender and there's no escape
Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?