J.R. Writer Put You on Lyrics

JR Writer:
Okay (Dipset) Writer (uh-huh)
JR Writer that is, but you n____z already know that man (Dipset)
History In The Making
It�s a lotta things you n____z don�t know about me man
Let me put you on though man

Verse 1
JR Writer:
Well, I was makin� sales at the age of 12
Pack margin, black lark an�, case of shells
Never Dave Chappelle, half-bakin�
Pack-fakin�, I was cash-chasin�
Let me put you on
Before a hook and song, I wrote or would perform
I was pushing strong
You n____z cooked it wrong
And have �em hooked for long
I hit the hood wit� four �em
Before Killa ever said �Let me put you on�
Flippin�, listen baby I was never dumb
Sittin� in the lobby like I�m waitin� for some mail to come
Come see me, believe me, I got it
Girl I whistle chickenhead, but my V is exotic
Plus I�m seen in the projects with the top low, gwap dough
That�ll leave more holes in your body than a cuatro
That�s a Maserati papo, stop slow
You don�t really know me that well, let me put you on

Hook
JR Writer:
I�m known in a couple places but I�m new to the rest
This is for them couple places that ain�t schooled to this vet�
Listen closer, I�m the greatest, get in tune with the best
JR Writer (who�s that)
Your dude in the flesh, let me put you on

Verse 2
JR Writer:
How I used to go to school to class stuntin�
Necks bubblin�, like come and get a pack buzzen
Ask cousin, brick up in the class oven
Had every other student up in kitchen class buggin�
Box cutter, he thinkin� I ain�t stash nuthin�
While you was cuttin� class n____, I was class-cuttin�
In the schoolyard, like let me catch a cat frontin�
I�ma slap some�n, let me put you on
I hit so much teachers with the lean
The principal had to call a meeting with the dean
But that�s just cuz they want a piece of what I seen
Similar to gymnastics, how I keep it on the beam
Huh, had everybody in they classes getting� high
Since elementary its been a fact that I am fly
I tell the customers, put the cash up in the sky
Then treat �em like a bad comedian
Slap �em wit� a pie
Ha, all day in the lobby with piff
Still sit in the rail like I gotta be rich
So me and Dana Man got up on some robbery s___
And dragged, frontin� n____z outta they whips
Let me put you on

Hook
Fred Money:
I�m known in a couple places but I�m new to the rest
This is for them couple places that ain�t schooled to me yet
You need practice, plus your average
Get in tune with this threat
Fred Money (who�s that)
Excuse me, I�m next, let me put you on

Verse 3
Fred Money:
I�m up next, yes the name is Fred Money (I�m up)
Awaitin� my spot, so watch how I shot dummy (Stupid)
Blame Writer cuz the swagger brushed off somethin�
The closet a jungle, gators and some Red Monkeys
Look how haters love me, b____es get no paper from me
Pull up my sleeve at midnight
It�ll turn mid-sunny
�Fore Writer was spittin� it was robbin� or sellin�
From a ski mask to a Diplomats skully
I ain�t frontin� I�m tellin� (tellin�)
The straight facts
Decided to quit school cuz I had to wear slacks
Nuthin� to do with clippers when I push them wigs back
Which hand did the same s___
Either rap or push packs
Thought about it, I ain�t hustlin� for scraps
Drivin� to the top, that�s only bringin� me flats
Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J said it�s crack
Few mixtapes later he like �Fred, let me put you on�