Lyrics:
Do the math you see you can't measure up to the ruler
Word, on behalf of all the fans and consumers
I'm building with Fred Hampton Jr. man we
Santiago
Cause you niggas ain't impressing me plus you singing big red records
So nigga fuck what you telling me
Sit down jr. you couldn't see me if you
moving birds like a Oriole fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it
If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with us, just grind
Santiago
Cause you niggas ain't impressing me plus you singing big red records
So nigga fuck what you telling me
Sit down jr. you couldn't see me if you
to distribute
Thirty six O's in a ki, you do the addition
Before Mitchell and Ness did it
I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get
moving birds like a Oriole fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it
If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with us, just grind
Santiago
Cause you niggas ain't impressing me plus you singing big red records
So nigga fuck what you telling me
Sit down jr. you couldn't see me if you
herself and distribute|36 O's and a ki, you do the addition|Before Mitchell and Ness did it|I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted|I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's
Sontiago
'Cause you n****s ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records
So n**** f*** what you tellin' me
Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you
Santiago
Cause you niggas ain't impressing me plus you singing big red records
So nigga fuck what you telling me
Sit down jr. you couldn't see me if you
pitches out
Like I'm Baby Ruth
Cal Naughton Junior
Ain't on the track yet
Do it for the glory
Shake and bake we sweat
Flip the game
Really really thin
we locking
Dimes to the whole squad SportsCenter top ten
This for all my brothers Born Again in Faith
Calvary the cross Cal Naughton shake n bake
Sontiago
'Cause you n****s ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records
So n**** f*** what you tellin' me
Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you
Sicka than a bird flu I am the Birdman Jr.
And you niggas just bird food
We livin' in a whirlpool u gotta eat or get ate
And you look like bait
Don't
Sicka than a bird flu I am the Birdman Jr.
And you niggas just bird food
We livin' in a whirlpool u gotta eat or get ate
And you look like bait
Don't
Cam'ron:
Yo J.R., they've been waitin' for you dog
They've been askin', you ready
You up muthafucka
Dipset, let's go, Writer
Hook
J.R. Writer:
Star MVP like Mays, Garvey, and Carter
A feat unaccomplished since Jr. Cal Ripken
No doubt, once Trout's gripping the handle
Features on each network
R.kelly
You can get it Right noooow
Make you my BM put jr all in yo Belly
You can get it Right noooow
You can get it Right noooow
You can get it Right
Rell is home. I just brought my niggas S.A.S over from London, 40 cal, Jha Jha what up ma.
I got Miami in the house and the Writer of Writers, J.R
onion, ain't no stopping
Young'un put away that herb, raw
Let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd call
Birdman JR and JR, pigeons know who they are
but push it
[J.R. Writer]
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I bake and feed it
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam with the cream
With a team that's
but push it
[J.R. Writer]
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I bake and feed it
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam with the cream
With a team that's
groundhog
Lay down logs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, nah but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't
and we be quick to put it on 'em
Them tear drops, homie, we so not
The nigga to fuck with 'cause we will pop
.40 cal keep it cocked, nigga, ready
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