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[Verse 1: Ortiz]
They say the tongue is the weapon
All I around nowadays is verse perfection
I knew these 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 thyme again on some fan
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 just to hear what Joe write
Mowi? Used to tell me, me and Crooked so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he came over I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi
Pleasure to you brother
Seven later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the world
Back of bus fucking girls together
Got home and up with our girls together
Homie is special
Y'all me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special
none of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we in Japan
I dont think niggas truly understand
I used to my only way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop shit about the can
Damn a whole lot to forward to
Papi I was going
What any other nigga in my hood was going 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 me real
Listening to myself now that shit just me chills man
Cause Id've this 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 bitch like he making no cream
I just bought my lady a whip without a radio hit,
I'd rather to you niggas
Cause it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And lets just leave it at
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your in containers
Please be on your 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]
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 I'm saying
She went to the side
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 putting ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape
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 up the phone for you to get on a song
I said probably cause pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the zone
And I definitely didn't condone dick riding so I did it
don't 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 let me stay on Saturday and Sunday 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 rehabilitation ima' clean 'em up with the pen
my problems 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 corny ass ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass fuck ass
Faggots hide the salami
This is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the n'aw
This is remember I rap circles around your favourite MC
While calling George Zimmerman a on cable tv
In racially profile using BETs cypher just to push my agenda
I'm Wickliffe, I'm James' son
Even though he wore a condom I busted through it I can't where I came from
I keep hearing that there's real niggas in the alright name some
All I know is a circus
Your reaching y'all bleaching your skin y'all bastards searching
For surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are thin
You're turning to pop you maggots singing again
snap your finger and spin
What the fuck you for
And mother a grammy just hand them bitches to Macklemore
I don't need you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a
Born before get it y'all on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about Donald Sterling's bitch on Magic's Johnson

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool calm smooth
I'm from using coupons with a true mom with views
one with you honour and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to
It's like I'm standing on a stepping
'cept when im standing with the crew
We can turn the tables if we could just make records move
I I know it's easier 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 from me and not on this this one goes out to every 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 honestly he could've sold more records than that on his own in a 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 success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes into play it's postponed
For whatever reason Shady Records still in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope
Comments being made niggas old and they pathetic
Now how many times we proved niggas 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 take the
we was doing the album the Justice League manager was like
Them niggas album ain't never coming out them niggas don't even like each
Well fuck the League manager
I would you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
fake niggas 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 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 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 floated on to the crossroads for change more than for drivers
I my oldest a promise
To keep my balls off the net and devoted to his Mama

4: Joe Budden]
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me if this is big as I'm supposed to be
I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't the hope from me
Cause that's a threat
I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my 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 meth
Was hard back then ain't 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 had id've known who I was giving in to
Mama listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect jewel it helped me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how I try to be
Even make my bitches keep it low 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
Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking even of me
Got ruined in my youth when the one got the best of me
When she she'd never leave then she left fuck y'all expect of me
That resentment had me fucking different bitches different weeks
But most of them was bad that it bitter sweet
Those are pains call it paying dues
She killed a nigga then one all with the same move
We hit the hookah 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 i'll be with
Like gives so n'aw I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I'm happened years ago I'm still effected
If she suck and a swallow she'll get high it's pill infested
500 proof laced with addict
But accent in my son another to inconsistency
looking at all my life's typos
Just trying to remove the fat the lipo'
Two for my enemies die slow
Full time pyros' we do this with our eyes

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