JR Writer - "You're done" (Tru Dyke) lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] 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 [Jr Writer] 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 h*mos 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 co*kafella n***a 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 a**hole is rude, my cashflow is huge You s**, what the f**?! 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 n***as 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 f**in' wack you make Bleek sound hot So ease down ock. You wouldn't k** squat You're on The Roc cause they had to fill amil's spot You gettin bills stop, Why lie you b**h? 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 b**h anonymous cuz you ain't seeing numbers Get the picture you dirty little n***a? 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, n***a 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 f**ing 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 playinf 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 bu*t One of his workers told me how he really gives it up How he really is a smut and he feminine as f** Yup, Mention us then I'm spraying on target All True= 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! [Outro: Cam'ron] 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)