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[Verse 1: Joell
say the tongue is the perfect weapon
All I around nowadays is verse perfection
I knew these three niggas for years but they each get in that booth they make a first impression
Time and again I just want them to thyme again on some fan shit
I used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip my man Zick, rest his soul
I had a clue what Joe was like
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 I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi
Pleasure to you brother
Seven years later I'm like wow I met my on the freshmen cover
We saw the together
of that bus fucking girls together
Got home and broke up with our together
Homie is special
Y'all me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special
Cause of 'em jam ya'
jam was cool but we hung in Japan
I dont think y'all niggas understand
I used to think my only way out of the was through the number man
Get drunk and pop about running the can
Damn a whole lot to look to
Papi I was going
What any other thorough in my hood was going through
The G code I know it's
You throw at every one of them niggas they throw at you
then I thought that made me real
Listening to myself now that shit just gave me man
Cause Id've missed bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause it's us shiit'
All of this I can spit
It's crazy how this get when you can say shit
For the haters being a like he ain't making no cream
I just bought my lady a whip without a hit, bitch
I'd talk to you niggas
really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And just leave it at that
if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that bring me your medulla in containers
Please be on cool behavior homey
And lets just leave it at
I know I said that shit
But I'm trying to yall from a war

[Interlude: I]
you know how you got a Godmother
I got a God
Attie May Johnson man I got the phone call tonight that she-
She passed away man what I'm saying
She went to the other
Attie May I still got that brute you bought for me for my birthday
I you let me holler

[Verse 2: I]
I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake
Still thankful though cause so many hungry I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I him off in grape 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 cause ima' pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the zone
And I definitely didn't dick riding so I did it alone
Industry don't want a real nigga to in fuck it ima' sneak in
And fuck going to that book store I used to sleep in
My homie let me stay on Saturday and I used to be homeless like the weekend
Same three outfits them shits till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm sinking in the end
myself a promise ima' be the one in the end
With these 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 mother fucker too many corny ass bitch ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass ass niggas
Faggots playing hide the
is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the swami n'aw
This is crooked remember I rap circles your favourite MC
While calling George Zimmerman a bitch on tv
In racially profile using BETs cypher just to push my agenda
I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm son
Even though he wore a I busted through it I can't forget where I came from
I keep hearing that there's real niggas in the game alright name
All I know is raps a
Your reaching again y'all bleaching your skin y'all bastards
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are
You're turning to pop you maggots singing again
Just your finger and spin
the fuck you rapping for
And mother fuck a grammy just hand them to Macklemore
I don't need you to tell me that I'm gifted then a Capricorn
before Christmas get it y'all on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about Donald Sterling's bitch choking on Johnson

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool calm smooth
I'm from coupons with a true mom with infectious views
Number one with you and respect the rules
I'm five nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stool
'cept im standing with the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we could just make these move
I know I it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and dead
I'll be remembered by more shit being then said
Listening to rap you gon' hear told
But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist the globe
I want my rhyme solidified in time so
I gotta get on my bro
I'm thankful for the success that I have 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 his arms folded
And looking at me with that 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 niggas old and they
Now how many times have we niggas wrong
And how niggas you think gon' come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up some are even try to take the credit
While we was doing the album the Justice League manager was
Them niggas album ain't never coming out them niggas don't even like each
Well fuck the League manager
I would tell you to tell him I it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches fake and punks
I don't know it all I just know how to ball and go out and get 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 at that bottle 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 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

[Verse 4: Joe
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me what if this is big as I'm to be
I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't the hope from me
that's a deep threat
I mean I'd like to think I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet
In '98 they said I was to my death bed
Vom' and fluid on my cig' it was a head
Was hard back then have a car back then
Still in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head
B.I.G.'s Suicidal Thoughts was him through
Would've took my life had id've who I was giving in to
Mama listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in booth
Now my notoriety how incognito I try to be
Even make my bitches keep it low on their Nayeli
I don't trust none of these
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 fuck this bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking even of me
Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the of me
When she said she'd 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 that it bitter sweet
Those are growing pains call it dues
She killed a then birthed one all with the same move
We could hit the spot and do a dinner
But to my baby mother i'll bust anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a problem be stuck with
Like gives so n'aw I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened years ago I'm effected
If she suck and a swallow then she'll get it's pill infested
500 laced with addict deficiencies
But accent in my son another owed to
looking at all my life's typos
Just trying to remove the fat the lipo'
Two words for my die slow
Full time we do this with our eyes closed

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