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[Verse 1: Ortiz]
They say the tongue is the weapon
All I hang around is verse perfection
I knew these three niggas for years but when each get in that booth they make a first impression
Time and time again I just want them to thyme on some fan shit
I used to rock boom in the on the van whip with my man Zick, rest his soul
Before I had a clue what Joe was
I used to cop clues just to hear what Joe would
Mowi? Used to tell me, me and sounded so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he came over I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi
Pleasure to meet you
Seven later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the world
Back of that bus girls together
Got home and broke up with our girls
this is special
Y'all rescued me special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special
Cause of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was but we hung in Japan
I dont y'all niggas truly understand
I used to think my way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop shit about the can
a whole lot to look forward to
Papi I was going
What any other thorough in my hood was going through
The G code I know true
You throw at one of them niggas before they throw at you
Back I thought that made me real
Listening to myself now that shit just me chills man
Cause Id've missed bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause it's us shiit'
All of this cause I can
It's crazy how get when you can say that shit
For the haters being a bitch like he making no cream
I bought my lady a whip without a radio hit, bitch
I'd talk to you niggas
Cause really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas me
And lets just leave it at
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to raps
I got shooters on retainers that would me your medulla in containers
Please be on your cool homey
And lets just leave it at
I know I that shit before
But I'm trying to yall from a war

Crooked I]
Yeah you know how you got a
I got a God
Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call tonight that
She passed away man know I'm saying
She went to the side
Attie May I still got brute cologne you bought for me for my birthday
I love you let me

[Verse 2: I]
I was opening up a can of spam ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful though so many hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin I dropped him off in grape street
He said who we gotta kill to get you a Dre beat
Cause I don't wanna' see you on ratchet shit these niggas is on
And how come niggas pick up the phone for you to get on a song
I said probably cause ima' pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the
And I definitely didn't dick riding so I did it alone
Industry don't a real nigga to creep in fuck it ima' sneak in
And going back to that book store I used to sleep in
My let me stay on Saturday and Sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend
Same three outfits switching them till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows till I'm sinking in the deep end
Made a promise ima' be the one in the end
With these rehabilitation bars ima' clean 'em up the pen
Then my problems gonna be and solved
They finally let me in the door now I hope it revolves
Let me out of this mother fucker too many corny ass ass
Kiss ass punk ass ass fuck ass niggas
playing hide the salami
This is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the n'aw
is crooked remember I rap circles around your favourite MC
While George Zimmerman a bitch on cable tv
In racially profile using BETs cypher just to push my agenda
I'm Wickliffe, I'm James' son
Even though he wore a condom I busted through it I can't forget where I came
I keep hearing that real niggas in the game alright name some
All I know is a circus
Your again y'all bleaching your skin y'all bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to sure that all of your facial features are thin
You're Hip-hop to pop you maggots singing again
Just your finger and spin
What the you rapping for
And mother fuck a grammy just hand bitches to Macklemore
I don't need you to me that I'm more gifted then a Capricorn
Born before get it y'all on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about Sterling's bitch choking on Magic's Johnson

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool calm collective
I'm from using coupons with a mom with infectious views
Number one with you honour and the rules
I'm five feet nine tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
like I'm standing on a stepping stool
'cept when im with the wrecking crew
We can turn the if we could just make these records move
I know I know it's easier then done but until the day that I'm done and dead
I'll be remembered by more shit being done said
Listening to rap you gon' hear lies
But not from me and not on this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist around the globe
I want my rhyme flow solidified in so
I gotta get on my bro
I'm thankful for the success that I with Em' but honestly he could've sold more records than that on his own in a blind fold
And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his folded
And looking at me with that look that's cool but get your own
breeds success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes play then it's postponed
For whatever reason Shady Records still in us
And whatever see in us Interscope don't
Comments being like niggas old and they pathetic
Now how many times have we proved wrong
And how many niggas you think gon' come out of offices
And try to show up when we up some are gon' even try to take the credit
While we was the album the Justice League manager was like
Them niggas album ain't never out them niggas don't even like each other
fuck the Justice League manager
I would you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches niggas and punks
I don't know it all I just know how to and go out and get eight figures in chunks
I'm a fucking warrior I'm a true survivor of having at your door step, drama in your foyer
That's probably why I looked at that bottle like euphoria
When you an addict gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit will actually ask you for ya'
And destroy ya'
Take it from a G they call me a soul
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for more than coal for drivers
I my oldest a promise
To keep my off the net and stay devoted to his Mama

[Verse 4: Joe
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me if this is big as I'm supposed to be
I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't take the from me
Cause that's a deep
I I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet
In '98 said I was close to my death bed
Vom' and fluid on my cig' it was a head
Was hard back then ain't a car back then
Still in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the rest
B.I.G.'s Thoughts was getting him through
Would've took my life had id've known who I was in to
Mama screaming to rules if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect hidden jewel it me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how I try to be
Even make my keep it low they on their Nayeli
I trust none of these hoes
Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul I had that thought when I
Suited up ring in my hand in my head I'm saying fuck this bitch
sense that she was thinking even less of me
Got ruined in my youth the first one got the best of me
When she she'd never leave then she left fuck y'all expect of me
That resentment only had me different bitches different weeks
But of them was bad that made it bitter sweet
are growing pains call it paying dues
She killed a nigga birthed one all with the same move
We could hit the hookah spot and do a
But thanks to my baby mother i'll anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a problem i'll be with
Like what gives so n'aw I arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened years ago I'm still
If she suck and a swallow she'll get high it's pill infested
500 proof laced with deficiencies
But accent in my son owed to inconsistency
looking at all my life's typos
Just trying to remove the fat the lipo'
Two words for my enemies die
Full time pyros' we do with our eyes closed

[Outro: Joe
Word up man one time for the half wits and the simpletons
It go two words for my enemies die
Full time it word
La slaughter, La
Ya' know I mean
No matter what we ride, so lets