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[Verse 1: Joell
They say the is the perfect weapon
All I hang around is verse perfection
I knew these three niggas for years but 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 in the hoopty on the van whip with my man Zick, rest his soul
Before I had a clue Joe was like
I used to cop clues to hear what Joe would write
Mowi? Used to tell me, me and Crooked so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he came like I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi
Pleasure to you brother
years 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 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 to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop about running the can
Damn a lot to look forward to
I was going through
What any other thorough in my hood was going through
The G code I it's true
You throw at every one of them before they throw at you
Back then I thought that made me
Listening to myself now that shit gave me chills man
Cause Id've this bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause just us shiit'
All of this cause I can
It's crazy how this get you can say that shit
For the haters being a like he ain't making no cream
I just bought my lady a whip without a radio hit,
I'd rather to you niggas
Cause really it 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 to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in
Please be on your cool homey
And just leave it at that
I know I said that shit
But I'm trying to save yall a war

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

[Verse 2: I]
I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake
Still thankful though so many hungry nights I ate sleep
to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape street
He said who we gotta kill to get you a Dre beat
I don't wanna' see you on this 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' 'em apart as soon as I get in the zone
And I definitely didn't condone dick riding so I did it
Industry don't want a real nigga to creep in it ima' sneak in
And fuck going 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 shits till the ends
Drowning in my drinking till I'm sinking in the deep end
Made myself a ima' be the one in the end
With these rehabilitation bars ima' clean 'em up the pen
my problems gonna be over and solved
They finally let me in the damn door now I it revolves
Let me out of this mother fucker too corny ass bitch ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass ass niggas
playing hide the salami
This is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the swami
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 push my
I'm Wickliffe, I'm James' son
Even though he wore a I busted through it I can't forget where I came from
I keep hearing there's real niggas in the game alright name some
All I is raps a circus
Your reaching again y'all bleaching your skin bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make that all of your facial features are thin
You're turning Hip-hop to pop you singing again
Just snap your and spin
What the you rapping for
And mother fuck a grammy hand them bitches to Macklemore
I don't 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 hear about Donald bitch choking on Magic's Johnson

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool 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 inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stool
'cept when im standing the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we could just make these records
I know I know it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and
I'll be remembered by shit being done then said
Listening to rap you gon' hear told
But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin' around the globe
I want my rhyme flow solidified in so
I get on my grind 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 arms
And looking at me that look like that's cool but get your own
Confidence success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into then it's postponed
For whatever Shady Records still believes in us
And whatever see in us Interscope don't
being made like niggas old and they pathetic
Now how times have we proved niggas wrong
And how many niggas you think gon' come out of offices
And try to show up we blow 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 even like each
fuck the Justice League manager
I would you to tell him I said 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 eight in chunks
I'm a warrior I'm a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your foyer
That's why I looked at that bottle like that's euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna' drink that 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 for drivers
I made my oldest a
To keep my balls off the net and devoted 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 to get confirmed don't take the hope from me
Cause a deep threat
I mean I'd like to that I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet
In '98 they I was close to my death bed
Vom' and on my cig' it was a meth head
Was back then ain't have a car back then
Still in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the rest
B.I.G.'s Suicidal Thoughts was him through
Would've took my life had id've who I was giving in to
Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this
In retrospect hidden it helped me get in this booth
Now my notoriety how incognito I try to be
make my bitches keep it low they on their Nayeli
I don't none of these 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 even less of me
Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the of me
When she said she'd never then she left fuck y'all expect of me
That resentment only had me different bitches different weeks
But most of them was bad that it bitter sweet
Those are pains call it paying dues
She killed a then birthed one all with the same move
We could hit the spot and do a dinner
But thanks to my baby i'll bust anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a problem i'll be with
Like what gives so I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened years ago I'm still
If she suck and a then she'll get high it's pill infested
500 proof laced addict deficiencies
But in my son another owed to inconsistency
Ugh' looking at all my life's
Just trying to the fat provide the lipo'
Two words for my die slow
Full time pyros' we do this with our closed

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