History In The Making lyrics

Y'all want to live my life
Y'all just can't live my life
Y'all want to live my life
Y'all just ain't fit to live my life

[Verse 1]
Since a youngin a lesson was told (told) was never to fold (fold)
Shit I started rappin around 11 years old
I was destined to blow (and what) and unlikely to fade
Copped me a pen and pad (and what) see my life in the page (page)

[J.R. Talks]
Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock (uhh huh)
Did my hundred miles and runnin
Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail (Chea)

[Verse]
Yo listen scrap, zip ya trap, You lookin at a honorary (Diplomat)
I did this crap from chicken scraps (whoa)
I remember back flippin packs, mixin crack when (Diplomat)
Wasn't even on my mind (mind)

[Hook]
It's the Dips, we can't fall off we are sick
And keep ridin till the wheels fall off of this bitch
Salute, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo
Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo
If you get money like ain't shit funny
And quick to tell a bitch she ain't getting shit from me
Holla back, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo
Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo

[J.R. Talks]
Ok, Writer, (DipSet) Who ready?

[Verse 1]

(feat. Paul Wall)

[Intro: J.R. Writer]
uhh chyea
dipset, swisha house
my man paul wall, jr writers definitely in the building yall
lets bounce, bounce

[Verse 1: J.R. Writer]
im from the party to the lobby to the lobby with the pump
listen papi u aint gotti get the shotty if u stunt
masserati in the front, i aint shoot a nigga
but off one button i could put the body in the trunk

[Intro: Cam'Ron]
THIS IS A REMIX
J.R WRITER...FEATURING HELL RELL, AND MYSELF... KILLA!
WE ABOUT TO LET Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS KNOW WHY WE RUN THE WORLD.....YA DIIIIIG?

[Bridge: JR Writer]
This that get 'em sound
This that get it down
This that 2 step, wheel shaker, spin around
This that pick a clown, size him up, try ya luck
Playa hate, grill him down...lemme see you twist ya frown

[Cam'Ron]
Yo JR, they've been waitin for you dawg, they've been askin
You ready? You up motherfucker, DipSet let's go
Writer!

[Hook]
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers
Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
What's the word y'all, flip that herb raw
Clap... that's the bird call
If the cops are comin, get to hop and runnin

JR Writer:
Okay (Dipset) Writer (uh-huh)
JR Writer that is, but you niggaz already know that man (Dipset)
History In The Making
Its a lotta things you niggaz dont 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

Uh, riot pump, riot pump
Uh, riot pump
Uh, lets get this shit crackin man
Yo

Verse 1:
This that gun in the spine (spine)
This that one of a kind (kind)
This that get out the way, straight to the front of the line
If they front on the line, then pull the bouncer aside (come here)
Tell him to be happy hes even around or alive (be happy)
Like Look pal, you decide, you get me up in for sure (What)