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[Verse 1: Joell
They say the tongue is the perfect
All I hang around nowadays is verse
I these three niggas for years but when they each get in that booth they make a first impression
Time and time again I want them to thyme 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 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 like I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi
to meet you brother
Seven later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the together
Back of bus fucking girls together
Got and broke up with our girls together
Homie is special
Y'all rescued me from special forces back home to wear a 38 special
Cause of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we in Japan
I dont think niggas truly understand
I used to think my only way out of the hood was the number man
Get drunk and pop shit about the can
Damn a lot to look forward to
I was going through
What any other thorough nigga in my hood was through
The G I know 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 just gave me man
Cause Id've this bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause just us shiit'
All of this cause I can
crazy how this get when you can say that shit
For the haters a bitch like he ain't making no cream
I bought my lady a whip without a radio hit, bitch
I'd talk to you niggas
Cause really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas me
And lets just it at that
Cause if I 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 leave it at
I know I said shit before
But I'm trying to save from a war

Crooked I]
Yeah you how you got a Godmother
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 for me for my birthday
I love you let me

2: Crooked I]
I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake
Still thankful cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep
to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape street
He said crook who we gotta to get you a Dre beat
Cause I don't wanna' see you on this ratchet shit niggas is on
And how niggas don't pick up the phone for you to get on a song
I said cause ima' pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the zone
And I didn't condone dick riding so I did it alone
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 homie let me on Saturday and Sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend
Same three outfits switching them till the week ends
in my sorrows drinking till I'm sinking in the deep end
Made a promise ima' be the one in the end
these rehabilitation bars ima' clean 'em up with the pen
Then my gonna be over and solved
They finally let me in the damn door now I hope it
Let me out of this mother fucker too many ass bitch ass
Kiss ass punk ass ass fuck ass niggas
playing hide the salami
This is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the n'aw
This is crooked remember I rap around your favourite MC
While calling George a bitch on cable tv
In racially profile hoodie using BETs just to push my agenda
I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm son
Even though he a condom I busted through it I can't forget where I came from
I keep hearing that there's real niggas in the game name some
All I is raps a circus
Your again y'all bleaching your skin y'all bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure all of your facial features are thin
You're turning Hip-hop to pop you singing again
Just your finger and spin
What the you rapping for
And mother a grammy just hand them bitches to Macklemore
I don't need you to tell me that I'm more gifted a Capricorn
Born before Christmas get it on some nonsense
And I'm the type to soon as I hear about Donald Sterling's bitch choking on Magic's Johnson

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool calm collective
I'm from using coupons with a true mom with infectious
Number one with you and respect the rules
I'm five feet inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
It's I'm standing on a stepping stool
'cept im standing with the wrecking crew
We can the tables if we could just make these records move
I know I know it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and
I'll be remembered by more shit being done then
to rap you gon' hear lies 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 gotta get on my bro
I'm thankful for the success I have 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 with that look like that's cool but get own
Confidence breeds success it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into play then postponed
For whatever reason Shady Records believes in us
And whatever they see in us don't
being made like niggas old and they pathetic
Now how many times have we proved wrong
And how many you think gon' come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up some are gon' even try to the credit
While we was doing the album the Justice manager was like
Them niggas ain't never coming out them niggas don't even like each other
fuck the Justice League manager
I would tell you to tell him I said it but behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches niggas and punks
I don't know it all I just 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 nobody gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit will actually ask you for ya'
And that'll ya'
Take it from a G call me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers
I made my oldest a
To keep my balls off the net and stay devoted to his

[Verse 4: Joe
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me if this is big as I'm supposed to be
I'd hate for that to get don't take 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 on my cig' it was a meth head
Was hard then ain't have a car back then
in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head rest
B.I.G.'s Suicidal Thoughts was getting him
Would've took my had id've known 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 part is I'm 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 ruined in my when the first one got the best of me
When she said she'd never leave then she left fuck expect of me
That resentment only had me fucking different bitches different
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 with the same
We could hit the hookah spot and do a
But thanks to my mother i'll bust anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a problem i'll be with
Like what so n'aw I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred happened years ago I'm still
If she suck and a swallow then she'll get high it's infested
500 proof laced addict deficiencies
But in my son another owed to inconsistency
Ugh' looking at all my typos
Just trying to remove the fat the lipo'
Two for my enemies die slow
Full time we do this with our eyes closed

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