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[Verse 1: Joell
They say the is the perfect weapon
All I hang around nowadays is 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 them to thyme again on some fan shit
I used to boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man Zick, rest his soul
Before I had a clue what Joe was
I used to cop clues just to hear what Joe would
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 home and broke up with our girls
this is special
Y'all rescued me from special forces back home to wear a 38 special
none of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we in Japan
I think y'all niggas 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 whole lot to look to
Papi I was through
What any other thorough in my hood was going through
The G I know it's true
You throw at every one of niggas before they throw at you
then I thought that made me real
Listening to now that shit just gave me chills man
Id've missed this bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat it's just us shiit'
All of this I can spit
It's crazy how this get when you can say that
For the haters being a like he ain't making no cream
I just my lady a whip without a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather talk to you
Cause really it be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And just leave it at that
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite
I got shooters on retainers that bring me your medulla in containers
Please be on cool behavior homey
And just leave it at that
I know I that shit before
But I'm trying to save yall a war

[Interlude: I]
Yeah you how you got a Godmother
I got a God
Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call tonight she-
She passed away man what I'm saying
She went to the other
Attie May I still got that cologne you bought for me for my birthday
I you let me holler

2: Crooked I]
I was opening up a can of spam putting on fake meat
Still thankful though cause so many hungry nights I ate
Talking to my cousin before I him off in grape street
He said crook who we kill to get you a Dre beat
Cause I don't see you on this ratchet shit these niggas is on
And how niggas don't pick up the phone for you to get on a song
I said probably cause ima' pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the
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 back to book store I used to sleep in
My homie let me stay on Saturday and I used to be homeless like the weekend
three outfits switching them shits till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm in the deep end
Made myself a promise be the one in the end
With these rehabilitation bars ima' clean 'em up 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 fuck ass
Faggots hide the salami
is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the swami n'aw
This is crooked remember I rap around your favourite MC
While George Zimmerman a bitch on cable tv
In racially profile hoodie using 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 keep hearing that there's real niggas in the game alright some
All I is raps a circus
Your reaching again y'all bleaching your skin y'all searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of facial features are thin
You're turning Hip-hop to pop you maggots again
Just snap your finger and
What the you rapping for
And mother fuck a grammy just them bitches to Macklemore
I don't need you to tell me that I'm more then a Capricorn
Born before get it y'all on some nonsense
And I'm the to laugh 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 using coupons with a true mom with infectious views
Number one with you honour and the rules
I'm five nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stepping
'cept im standing with the wrecking crew
We can turn the 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
Listening to rap you hear lies told
But not from me and not on this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist around the globe
I want my rhyme solidified in time so
I get on my grind bro
I'm thankful for the that 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 is my daddy with his arms folded
And looking at me that look like that's cool but get your own
Confidence breeds success when spoke on
Then comes into play then it's postponed
For whatever reason Shady still believes in us
And whatever see in us Interscope don't
Comments being made like old and they pathetic
Now how many have 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 the credit
While we was doing the album the Justice manager was like
Them niggas album never coming out them niggas don't even like each other
Well fuck the Justice League
I would tell you to tell him I said it but behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches fake niggas and
I know it all I just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks
I'm a warrior I'm a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your foyer
probably why I looked at that bottle like that's euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit will ask you for ya'
And destroy ya'
Take it from a G they call me a survivor
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than for drivers
I made my a promise
To keep my balls off the net and stay to his Mama

4: Joe Budden]
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me what if this is big as I'm to be
I'd hate for that to get 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 said I was close to my death bed
Vom' and fluid on my it was a meth head
Was hard back then ain't have a car 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 life had id've who I was giving in to
Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon in this roof
In retrospect jewel it helped me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how I try to be
make my bitches keep it low they on their Nayeli
I don't trust none of hoes
Sad part is I'm a tortured soul I had that thought when I proposed
Suited up ring in my hand in my head I'm saying fuck this bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking even 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 only had me fucking different bitches different weeks
But most of them was bad that made it bitter
Those are growing pains call it paying
She killed a nigga then birthed one all with the move
We could hit the hookah spot and do a
But thanks to my baby mother i'll bust but in her
Cause a baby for her is a problem 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 infested
500 proof laced addict deficiencies
But in my son another owed to inconsistency
Ugh' at all my life's typos
Just trying to remove the fat the lipo'
Two words for my enemies die
Full time pyros' we do with our eyes closed

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