J.R. Writer - Serious Business Writer's Block Vol. 3 Lyrics typed by Citrone <> ------------------------------------------- [Intro] [We gettin' money ova here, We gettin' money, we gettin' money] J.R. Writer, a.k.a. "It's Serious Business" Writer's Block Part Motherfuckin' 3, welcome to greatness, cocksucka June 27th, "History In The Making," my album, is gonna shut shit down You know there's been a lot of motherfucking talkin' on the streets I'm here to shut that shit down, man. Uh, Uh, Uh, OK [Get in tune with me fam!]. Knoxville! Ebonics! [Wooo!] Yes sir [uh-huh]. Bring the beata OK. Dispet Nigga [Uh] We been bringin' that powerful music to the table, year after year man [uh-huh], consecutively [true story] What else could you ask for man [huh?] I go by the name of "J.R. Writer," a.k.a. "The Writer of Writers" [uh-huh] Man I'd da have plenty of names [but what?] But today [what?] I'm gonna show you why they call me "It's Serious Business." Let's do it [Uh]. I bag and box 'em [blow], magnum pop 'em, that will stop 'em [stop 'em] I'm from the crack and bottle [uh-huh] You need them packs? I got 'em [here you go]. Shit, it's a fact they marvel [why?]. Pissy ear [ear], pissy chain [chain], pissy ring, jeweler got a bladder problem [bling]. I kept that damp raw, 'cross from the damn store [come holla] In the trench, on the bench, like I can't ball [wassup] Fresh off a Cam tour [uh-huh], tryin' to get me some cash [cha-ching] Go out and get it, I ain't just sit on my ass [nope] Let them digits go past I'm supplyin' the white [here you go] Soon as I run out of this, take a ride to the heights [we out] Just be honest, I'm nice [nice] Be prepared for the beast [why?] There's not a damn song you can compare to this heat [nope] I flare at your peeps [blow] You weirdos are weak [weak] Who you gonna send at us, Tierra and Bleek? [Bleek?!] [J.R. laughs] [Let's go back in!] I will cook 'em today, push it and spray He ain't got to be near for me to put him away It's J.R. Writer, better shut-up ock [shut up!] I break down the ROC like I'm about to set up shop, then Head up top [pew!], basically to lie low New number, new home, change my name to Pablo [don't speak English] Shake 'em off like 5-0 Switchin' it up, certainly Put away that Aston, get me a little Mercury [let's get low] That goes for you, and the rest of your crew [why?] Throw up your diamonds, now you bitin' wrestlers, too? Huh? Listen man. This ain't no label I just signed to, man. This right here is family. Fam. You feel me? You cross them, you cross me, man. This is a movement I move with, man.