J.R. Writer, Cam’ron - You're done" (Tru Dyke) lyrics

Aww man! Flex called me up about
10 minutes to 7 told me
He wanted to put a little beef
Thing together that's nothing man
We'll do this in 10 minutues i got my man AR
With me yall know him as JR but I call
Him AR cause the boy will air you out in
4 seconds B ayo Writer let's go funk Flex

Writer!
Let’s have a pep talk, never my checks short
I hop in the Lex sport and pop up on west 4th
Know my next thought? What you
Ever extort or export?
Raised around them homos in escorts
I’m a vet dog, you’ll never see me lyrically
I'll wet dog and step off
You better do your history
I did my history this kicko's done
Before cockafella nigga he was Jim Jones son
What’s the big old front? Like
His swag ain't confused
I remember he was doing bathrobes and shoes
This asshole is rude, my cashflow is huge
You suck
What the fuck?! All your rap shows get booed
It’s Murda! Them dogs’ll pop
Up with them burners
You worker your boss is washed
Up like a surfer
The nerve of this server i’ll hurt ya
Your "Major was a fake Neptune
Track with a Jamaican hook
(This is the life)
You's a waste of push how could you offend R?
Riding in a windstar
Lying like you've been hard?
You’ve never been scarred
Or rised heat so why beef?
I ain't Mobb Deep them niggas 5 feet
I’ll put you guys each in ditches
Yo, hit wit fo', critical, jigga know
That’s why we did the ho (dig a hole)
You dig it ho, we squeeze rounds pop
You so fuckin’ wack you make Bleek sound hot
So ease down ock you wouldn’t kill squat
You're on The Roc cause they
Had to fill amil's spot
You gettin bills stop
Why lie you bitch? You’re not as rich
Only time you get scratch is
When you got an itch i’m talkin dollars
Chips some you don’t see in fronter
So call this bitch anonymous cuz
You ain't seeing numbers
Get the picture you dirty little nigga?
Hov got you on the back burner like a trigger
Who’s sicker
Or slicker? I’ll rip ya with one line
One rhyme, dump mine
Nigga this is crunch time
Come at the Don I’m dumping them arms
Your whole tape trash and it
Took you months to respond
This pawn styling on who? I wild with a few
Who would wanna here a whole
Fucking album of you?
It’s true, and True, I will make you my lunch
You’ve been signed a while now
And ain't hit radio once
They ain't playing that junk
If you gave it to Funk (Flex)
Just to get spends you gone have
To pay every month Chump
I ain't forget your boss "Jigga, Jigga what?"
He’s down at the office getting
Fingers up his butt
One of his workers told me how
He really gives it up
How he really is a smut
And he feminine as fuck
Yup, Mention us then I’m spraying on target
All Tru Life fans is just waiting on garbage
This ain't Jr hardest, You ain't even Roc
You Roc La with the damn reggaton artists
Ur mouth’s getting runned, I’m
Bout getting ones, your son
You ain't coming out like ur gun
YOU’RE DONE!

Leave him alone AR i ain't even
Know he they was talking
About I just looked the fool
Up on the internet he
Look just like Jim Jones I'm
A call him LJ little
Jim and another thing turn the
Beat off real quick
I seen the most amazing thing jay-z
In Africa a camel on
A camel i wanted to call the Guinness book of
World records i never seen a
Camel on a Camel bET
Jay-z in Africa a camel on a camel watch it
(laughter)