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[Verse 1: Ortiz]
They say the tongue is the weapon
All I hang nowadays is verse perfection
I these three niggas 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 whip my man Zick, rest his soul
Before I had a what Joe was like
I to cop clues just to hear what Joe would write
Mowi? to tell me, me and Crooked sounded so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he came over like I'm Crook, I'm oh hi
to meet you brother
Seven years later I'm wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the together
Back of bus fucking girls together
Got home and broke up with our girls
Homie is special
Y'all rescued me from special forces back home forced to 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 only way out of the hood was through the man
Get drunk and pop shit about the can
a whole lot to look forward to
Papi I was going
What any other thorough nigga in my hood was through
The G code I it's true
You throw at every one of them niggas before they at you
Back then I thought that made me
Listening to myself now that shit just gave me man
Cause Id've missed bus
I mean private jet no middle seat cause it's just us shiit'
All of this I can spit
It's crazy how get when you can say that shit
For the being a bitch like he ain't making no cream
I just bought my lady a whip a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather to you niggas
really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And lets just it at that
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in
Please be on your cool homey
And lets leave it at that
I know I said shit before
But I'm trying to save yall a war

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

2: Crooked I]
I was opening up a can of spam ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful though cause so hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I 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 this ratchet shit these is on
And how come niggas don't pick up the phone for you to get on a
I said probably cause ima' pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the
And I didn't condone dick riding so I did it alone
don't want a real nigga to creep in fuck it ima' sneak in
And fuck going to that book store I used to sleep in
My homie let me stay on and Sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend
three outfits switching them shits till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking I'm sinking in the deep end
Made myself a ima' be the one in the end
With these bars ima' clean 'em up with the pen
Then my problems gonna be over and
They let me in the damn 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 the salami
is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the swami n'aw
This is crooked remember I rap circles around your MC
While calling Zimmerman a bitch on cable tv
In profile hoodie using BETs cypher just to push my agenda
I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm son
Even though he wore a condom I busted through it I can't forget I came from
I hearing that there's real niggas in the game alright name some
All I know is raps a
Your reaching again y'all bleaching your skin bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your features are thin
You're Hip-hop to pop you maggots singing again
Just snap your and spin
the fuck you rapping for
And fuck a grammy just hand them bitches to Macklemore
I need you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a Capricorn
Born before Christmas get it y'all on some
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I about Donald Sterling's bitch choking on Magic's Johnson

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool calm smooth
I'm from using with a true mom with infectious views
Number one you honour and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy I'm standing next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stepping
'cept when im standing with the wrecking
We can the tables if we could just make these records move
I know I know it's said 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 me and not on this 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 have with Em' but he could've sold more records than that on his own in a blind fold
And all I'm is my daddy with his arms folded
And looking at me with that look like cool but get your own
Confidence breeds success it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into play it's postponed
For whatever reason Records still believes in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope
Comments made like niggas old and they pathetic
Now how many times have we proved wrong
And how niggas you think gon' come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up are gon' even try to take the credit
we was doing the album the Justice League manager was like
Them niggas 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 having death at your door step, in your foyer
That's probably why I looked at that bottle like that's
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 call me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for
I made my oldest a
To keep my balls off the net and stay 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 to get confirmed don't take the hope 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 meth
Was hard back ain't have a car back then
in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head rest
B.I.G.'s Thoughts was getting him through
Would've took my life had known who I was giving in to
screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
In hidden jewel it helped me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how I try to be
Even make my bitches it low they on their Nayeli
I don't trust none of hoes
Sad is I'm such a tortured soul I had that thought when I proposed
up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck this bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking less of me
Got in my youth when the first one got the best of me
When she said she'd never leave 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 growing call it paying dues
She killed a nigga then one all with the same move
We could hit the spot and do a dinner
But thanks to my baby mother bust 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 then she'll get it's pill infested
500 proof laced with addict
But accent in my son another owed to
Ugh' at all my life's typos
Just trying to the fat provide the lipo'
Two for my enemies die slow
Full time pyros' we do this our eyes closed

Joe Budden]
Word up man one more time for the half wits and the
It go two for my enemies die slow
time fuck it word
La slaughter, La
Ya' what I mean
No matter what we ride, so lets