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[Verse 1: Ortiz]
They say the tongue is the weapon
All I around nowadays is verse perfection
I knew these three for years but when they each get in that booth they make a first impression
Time and time again I just want them to again on some fan shit
I used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van 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 write
Mowi? Used to tell me, me and sounded so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he came over like I'm Crook, I'm oh hi
Pleasure to meet you
Seven years I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the together
Back of that bus fucking girls
Got home and broke up with our girls
Homie is special
Y'all rescued me special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special
Cause of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we in Japan
I dont think y'all 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
Damn a whole lot to forward to
Papi I was through
any other thorough nigga in my hood was going through
The G code I it's true
You at every one of them niggas before they throw at you
Back then I that made me real
Listening to now that shit just gave me chills man
Cause missed this bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause just us shiit'
All of cause I can spit
It's crazy how this get you can say that shit
For the haters being a bitch like he ain't making no
I just bought my lady a whip a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather to you niggas
Cause it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And just leave it at that
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to raps
I got shooters on retainers would bring me your medulla in containers
be on your cool behavior homey
And lets just leave it at
I know I said that shit
But I'm trying to yall from a war

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

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

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool calm collective
I'm from using coupons a true mom with infectious views
Number one you honour and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm next to dudes
like I'm standing on a stepping stool
'cept when im with the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we just make these records move
I know I know it's easier said then but until the day that I'm done and dead
I'll be remembered by more shit being done then
to rap you gon' hear lies told
But not from me and not on this this one 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 have with Em' but honestly he sold more records than that on his own in a blind fold
And all I'm picturing is my with his arms folded
And looking at me with look like that's cool but get your own
breeds success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into then it's postponed
For whatever reason Shady still believes in us
And whatever they see in us don't
Comments being made like old and they pathetic
Now how many have we proved niggas wrong
And how many you think gon' come out of them 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 coming out them niggas don't like each other
fuck the Justice League manager
I would tell you to tell him I it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
fake niggas and punks
I don't know it all I just how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks
I'm a fucking warrior I'm a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your
That's probably why I looked at that like that's euphoria
When you an addict gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit will actually ask you for ya'
And that'll ya'
Take it from a G they me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more coal for drivers
I made my oldest a
To keep my balls off the net and stay to his Mama

4: Joe Budden]
(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 take the hope from me
Cause a deep threat
I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my wet
In '98 said I was close to my death bed
Vom' and fluid on my cig' it was a meth
Was hard back then ain't a car back then
Still in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head
B.I.G.'s Suicidal Thoughts was getting him
took my life had id've known who I was giving in to
Mama screaming listen to if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect jewel it helped me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how I try to be
Even my bitches 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 while in my head I'm saying this bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking less of me
Got ruined in my youth the first one got the best of me
she said she'd never leave then she left fuck y'all expect of me
That resentment only had me fucking different bitches weeks
But most of them was bad made it bitter sweet
Those are pains call it paying dues
She killed a nigga then birthed one all with the same
We could hit the hookah spot and do a
But thanks to my baby mother bust anywhere but in her
a baby for her is just a problem i'll be stuck with
Like what gives so I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened ago I'm still effected
If she suck and a swallow then she'll get high pill infested
500 proof with addict deficiencies
But accent in my son another to inconsistency
Ugh' at all my life's typos
trying to remove the fat provide the lipo'
Two words for my enemies die
Full time pyros' we do this with our eyes

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