The Movement Is Moving

Juelz Santana:

Dip Dip DIp Dipset bitch

Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch

Dip Dip Dipset

J.R.Writer:

Yo lets do it man

I'm in the buildin

Yo I started tha' starters & fathered tha' fathers who fathered

I slautered tha' slauters & slautered the slauters who slautered

I target then spark it & pa' you'll part of this target

From artist to artist J.R. is tha' hardest reguardless

Put ya' faith in his hands, they'll be chaning tha plans

Admit it I did it from standin in rain wit a gram

Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hands

Shit D12 don't even know tha name of my band

Man I'm just supafly 2 fo 5 bake ta' bate

8th ta'8th, 8 ta' 8 wait I"m great hataz hate

Cuz, come to paper chase I dealt wit major cake

Every since Jake the Snake, all I rock was Bathing Apes

Ooo, yea' hun those them ol' air ones'

Sneaks crispy 350, you ain't never wear none

I'm a pimp girl get it though ya' ear drumbs, no I'm not tellin you where you ca' get a pair from

I'm sick of tha sicker, you sick of the sickenin' ain't you?

Come picture & picture, jus picture this picture I paint you

I'm swift wit tha 5th when I grip it, it spit at angle

You'll be stiffer than stiff, prepped up sittin wit angels

I'm jus doin me jewlery bule it be

It's ya pa'it's J.R., hittin hard soon ya see

Act a fool we'll take ya back to school like truancy

Shit give me my respect, I'm tha best true in deed

juelz santana:

Ezcuse the Dips (please)

We movin bitch (move)

We the Truth

We the proof get used to this (yep)

Our movement sick (yea')

Ya' movement shit (yea')

That's a fact have a nap & get used to this

J.R. Witer:

Let's do it

Yo'I"m ice chains, bright rains, nice rains, sliced cain

Copped a pound chop it down, rock tha town, hype game

I could do a price chain, what I pack is crunk

I don't mean pastor Bunks when I say a white plane

Look J is built ta' let the 80 tilt

Gun brawl one call that'll get you hataz killed

Snapped popped sprayed & pilt, so friend jus chill

Look here I'm in fa mills & I ain't talkin baby milk

You I spray wit tha mag, youa' play in it glad

That mean lay in a' bag like some haze that I had

Hoes I scrap up & rag serious shit, I ain't talkin periods when I say pussy stay in my pad

I amaze'em like dag, you ain't a killa please

That ain't no killa weed, them nick's is filled wit seeds

I hit the philippines acroos the river sea'

O.C. fo' a week where I don't fill a breeze

So I got Hefers hores, wit some excellent jaw

Like a vet fo' sure, who want me to sex'em raw

But I X them all, get some head in tha' bed

Then wilt the chickenhead right towards the exist door

Jus face it my nig, you can't stay wit the kid

I got papers gators, many flavors you dig?

They jus hate how I live, cuz the only time they see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib