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[Verse 1: Joell
say the tongue is the perfect weapon
All I hang around nowadays is perfection
I knew these three niggas for years but when they each get in that they make a first impression
Time and time again I just want them to again on some fan shit
I used to boom in the hoopty 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 me, me and Crooked sounded so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he over like I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi
Pleasure to meet you
years later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the together
of that bus fucking girls together
Got and broke up with our girls together
Homie this is
rescued me from 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 niggas truly
I to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop shit about the can
Damn a lot to look forward to
Papi I was through
What any other thorough in my hood was going through
The G code I know true
You throw at every one of them niggas before throw at you
Back I thought that made me real
Listening to myself now that just gave me chills man
Cause Id've missed bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause it's just us
All of this I can spit
It's crazy how this get when you can say that
For the haters being a bitch like he ain't making no
I just bought my lady a without 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 lets leave it at that
Cause if I to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in
Please be on your cool behavior
And lets leave it at that
I know I said that shit
But I'm trying to save 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 that she-
She passed away man know I'm saying
She to the other side
Attie May I still got that brute cologne you bought for me for my
I you let me holler

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

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm calm collective smooth
I'm from using coupons with a true mom infectious views
one with you honour and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
It's I'm standing on a stepping stool
when im standing with the wrecking crew
We can turn the if we could 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 said
Listening to rap you gon' lies told
But not from me and not on this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist around the globe
I my rhyme flow solidified in time so
I gotta get on my bro
I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em' but honestly he could've more records than that on his own in a blind fold
And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his arms
And at me with that look like that's cool but get your own
Confidence success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into play then postponed
For whatever Shady Records still believes in us
And whatever they see in us don't
Comments made like niggas old and they pathetic
Now how many times we proved niggas wrong
And how many niggas you think gon' out of them offices
And try to show up when we up some are gon' even try to take the credit
While we was doing the album the League manager was like
niggas album ain't never coming out them niggas don't even like each other
Well the Justice League manager
I would tell you to tell him I said it but talk behind is for amateurs
Bitches fake niggas and
I don't it all I just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks
I'm a fucking warrior I'm a true survivor of death at your door step, drama in your foyer
That's probably why I looked at that bottle like euphoria
When you an addict nobody ask if you wanna' drink that habit will actually ask you for ya'
And destroy ya'
Take it a G they call me a soul survivor
Cause my done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers
I my oldest a promise
To keep my balls off the net and stay to his Mama

4: Joe Budden]
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me what if 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 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 have a car back
in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head rest
B.I.G.'s Suicidal was getting him through
Would've took my life had id've known who I was in to
Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this
In hidden 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 don't trust of these hoes
Sad is I'm such a tortured soul I had that thought when I proposed
Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck bitch
Makes sense she was thinking even less of me
Got ruined in my youth when the one got the best of me
When she said she'd never leave then she left fuck expect of me
That resentment had me fucking different bitches different weeks
But most of them was bad that made it bitter
Those are growing call it paying dues
She killed a nigga then birthed one all the same move
We could hit the spot and do a dinner
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 n'aw I arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened years ago I'm effected
If she suck and a then she'll get high it's pill infested
500 proof with addict deficiencies
But accent in my son another owed to
Ugh' looking at all my life's
Just trying to the fat provide the lipo'
Two words for my die slow
Full time we do this with our eyes closed

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