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[Verse 1: Ortiz]
They say the is the perfect weapon
All I around nowadays is verse perfection
I knew these three niggas for years but when they each get in booth they make a first impression
and time again I just want them to thyme again on some fan shit
I to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man Zick, rest his soul
Before I had a clue what Joe was
I to cop clues just to hear what Joe would write
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
to meet you brother
Seven years I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the together
Back of that bus girls together
Got home and broke up with our girls
Homie this is
Y'all rescued me from special forces back forced to wear a 38 special
Cause of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we hung in
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 look to
Papi I was going
What any other thorough nigga in my was going through
The G code I know it's
You throw at every one of them niggas they throw at you
Back then I that made me real
Listening to myself now that shit just me chills man
Id've missed this bus
I mean this jet no middle seat cause it's just us shiit'
All of cause I can spit
It's how this get when you can say that shit
For the haters being a like he ain't making no cream
I just bought my lady a without a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather to you niggas
Cause really it be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And lets leave it at that
if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on that would bring me your medulla in containers
Please be on your cool homey
And lets just it at that
I know I said shit before
But I'm trying to yall from a war

Crooked I]
Yeah you know how you got a
I got a God
Attie May man I just got the phone call tonight that she-
She passed away man know I'm saying
She to the other side
Attie May I got that brute cologne 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 meat
Still thankful though cause so many 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 wanna' see you on this shit these niggas is on
And how come don't pick up the phone for you to get on a song
I said probably cause ima' pick 'em as soon as I get in the zone
And I definitely didn't condone riding so I did it alone
Industry want a real nigga to creep in fuck it ima' sneak in
And fuck going back to that book I used to sleep in
My homie let me stay on and Sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend
Same three outfits switching them shits the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking I'm sinking in the deep end
myself a promise ima' be the one in the end
With these bars ima' clean 'em up with the pen
Then my problems be over and solved
They let me in the damn door now I hope it revolves
Let me out of this mother fucker too many ass bitch ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass ass niggas
playing hide the salami
This is a business my nigga and I ain't the swami n'aw
This is crooked remember I rap circles around your MC
While George Zimmerman a bitch on cable tv
In profile hoodie using BETs cypher just to push my agenda
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 that there's real niggas in the game alright name
All I is raps a circus
Your reaching again y'all your skin y'all bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your facial are thin
You're turning to pop you maggots singing again
Just snap your finger and
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 on some nonsense
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 calm collective smooth
I'm using coupons with a true mom with infectious views
one with you honour and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stepping
when im standing with the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we could just make records move
I know I know it's easier said then but until the day that I'm done and dead
be remembered by more shit being done then said
Listening to rap you hear lies told
But not from me and not on this this one goes out to bloggin' columnist around the globe
I want my flow solidified in time so
I get on my grind bro
I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em' but honestly he could've sold more records than that on his own in a fold
And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his folded
And looking at me with that look that's cool but get your own
breeds success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into play then it's
For whatever Shady Records still believes in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope
Comments made like niggas old and they pathetic
Now how many have we proved niggas wrong
And how many niggas you think gon' come out of them
And try to show up when we blow up some are gon' try to take the credit
While we was the album the Justice League manager was like
Them niggas album ain't coming out them niggas don't even like each other
Well fuck the Justice 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 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, drama in foyer
That's probably why I looked at that bottle like euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit actually ask you for ya'
And that'll ya'
Take it a G they call me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more coal for drivers
I my oldest a promise
To keep my balls off the net and stay devoted to his

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 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 on my cig' it was a meth head
Was hard back then 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 my life had id've known who I was giving in to
screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in this
Now my trumping how incognito I try to be
Even make my keep it low they on their Nayeli
I trust none of these hoes
Sad part is I'm such a soul I had that thought when I proposed
Suited up in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck this bitch
Makes sense she was thinking even less of me
Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the of me
When she said she'd never leave then she left fuck expect of me
That resentment only had me different bitches different weeks
But most of them was bad that made it bitter
Those are growing pains it paying dues
She a nigga then birthed one all with the same move
We could hit the hookah and do a dinner
But thanks to my mother i'll bust anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a i'll be stuck with
Like what 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 high it's pill
500 proof laced with addict
But accent in my son another owed to
looking at all my life's typos
Just trying to remove the fat the lipo'
Two for my enemies die slow
time pyros' we do this with our eyes closed

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