Ready to(2) Fight Hell Rell, J.R. Writer (Ft. J.R. Writer)

(Pre-intro)
Yeah man, shout out to all my niggas who locked up. na mean?
My nigga white cam, freeky zeeky, cash, young black
On his way home, doe(?)stacks just went in, it's nothin
Ziggy(?) be home real real real real soon, soon as he touch down
He jump in the sun ahead of his time, na how we do, Dipset, man
Clothes(ho's) in the streets wanna know, catch me
On Hell's Kitchen, man. That nigga's gon' see what I'm cookin' up
BLAT

(Intro)
(ay, ay, ay,)
Uh, ch-yeah, Dipset. Dip-dip-dipset. uh-huh, come on
Give em' Hell(our?) Records, man
(chyeah, yeah) Hell Rell. Streets is mine, man. (fuck with me)
Fuck with us. JR Writer. Come on. (can do that shit all day)

(chorus)
Now I've been drinking dat sizzurp
And I'm drunk as fuck.. And I'm Ready To Fiight!
Niggas lookin at me like; I don't get It poppin?
Imma kill somebody toniiiight... (uh-huh)

And I don't ever, ever get in a beef without
Squeezing off my niiine (les' go)
And all ma niggas and ma bitches; (what'd you say?)
If you fuck wit-da-Dips Get ready to Riiide