[Intro: Cam'ron]
Aww man! Flex called me up about 10 minutes to 7
Told me he gon' put a little...beef thing together
That's nothin' man, we'll do this in 10 minutes
I got my man A.R. with me
Y'all know him as J.R. but I call him A.R. cause the boy'll air you out in 4 seconds B
Ayo Writer let's go
Funk Flex
Block let's go

[Jr Writer]
Writer!
Let’s have a pep talk, (Let's talk)
Never my checks short, I hop in the Lex sport and pop up on west 4th
Know my next thought? (What)
What you ever extort or export? Raised around them homos and escorts (The buildings)
I’ma vet dog, you’ll never see me lyrically I'll wet dog and step off. You better do your history (Better do it)
I did my history. This kicko's done (Done)
Before cockafella n***a he was Jim Jone's son (Son)
What’s the big old front? (Huh)
Like his swag ain't confused
I remember he was doin' bathrobes for shoes (For shoes?)
This asshole is rude (Rude)
My cashflow is huge (Huge)
You suck, what the fuck?! All your rap shows get booed (Booed)
It’s Murda!! Them dogs’ll pop up with them burners (Blaow)
You worker. Your boss is washed up like a surfer (Ha ha ha)
The nerve of this server. I’ll hurt ya, your major look was a fake Neptune track wit a Jamaican hook (This is the life)
You's a waste to push. How could you offend R?
Ridin' in a windstar, lyin' like you been hard? (Stop lyin')
You’ve never been scarred, or rised heat. So why beef?
I ain't Mobb Deep. Them n***as 5 feet (Stupid)
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 (Pop)
You so fuckin’ wack you make Bleek sound hot (He trash)
So ease down ock (Ock)
You wouldn’t kill squat (Squat)
You're on The Roc cause they had to fill Amil's spot (Ha ha ha)
You gettin' bills stop (Stop)
Why lie you bitch? You’re not as rich (Nope)
Only time you get scratch is when you got an itch (What's that?)
I’m talkin' dollars, chips, sum you don’t see you fronter (So)
Call this bitch anonymous cause he ain't seein' numbers (Nope)
Get the picture, you dirty little n***a?
Hov got you on the back burner like a trigger (Ha ha ha)
Who’s sicker, or slicker? I’ll rip ya with one line
One rhyme, dump mines, n***a this is crunch time (Time)
Come at the Don I’m dumpin' them arms
Your whole tape trash and it took you months to respond
This pawn stylin' on who? I wild with a few
Who would wanna hear a whole fuckin' album of you?
It’s true, and Tru (What?)
I will make you my lunch
You been signed awhile now, ain't hit radio once
They ain't playin' that junk (Nope)
If you gave it to Funk (Flex)
Just to get spins you gon' have to pay every month chump (Chump)
I ain't forget your boss “Jigga, Jigga what?” (What happened?)
He down at the office gettin' fingers up his butt (How you know?)
One of his workers told me how he really gives it up
How he really is a smut and he feminine as fuck (Ha ha ha)
Yup, mention us then I’m sprayin' on target (Blaow)
All Tru Life fans is just waitin' on garbage (Trash)
This ain't J.R. hardest (Nope)
You ain't even Roc (Roc)
You Roc La with the damn reggaton artists (What)
Your mouth’s gettin' runned (Run)
I’m bout gettin' ones, your my son (Son)
You ain't comin' out like your gun
You’re done!
[Outro: Cam'ron]
Leave 'em alone A.R
I ain't even know who they was talkin' about I just looked the fool up on the internet
He look just like Jim Jones I'ma call him L.J. 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 rec, I never seen a Camel on a Camel
BET, Jay-Z in Africa, a camel on a camel, watch it (laughter)