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[Verse 1: Joell
say the tongue is the perfect weapon
All I hang nowadays is verse perfection
I knew these three 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 fan shit
I used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip 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? Used to me, me and Crooked sounded so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he came over like I'm Crook, I'm oh hi
Pleasure to you brother
Seven years I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the world
of that bus fucking girls together
Got home and broke up our girls together
this is special
Y'all rescued me special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special
none of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we hung in
I dont think y'all niggas understand
I to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop about running the can
a whole lot to look forward to
Papi I was going
What any other thorough nigga in my hood was through
The G code I it's true
You throw at every one of niggas before they throw at you
Back then I thought that me real
Listening to myself now that just gave me chills man
Cause Id've this bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat cause just us shiit'
All of cause I can spit
crazy how this get when you can say that shit
For the haters being a bitch like he making no cream
I just my lady a whip without a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather talk to you
really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And lets just it at that
if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me medulla in containers
Please be on cool behavior homey
And lets just leave it at
I I said that 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 I'm saying
She went to the other
Attie May I still got that brute cologne you for me for my birthday
I love you let me

[Verse 2: I]
I was up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat
thankful though cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I him off in grape street
He crook who we gotta kill to get you a Dre beat
Cause I 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 cause ima' pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the zone
And I definitely condone dick riding so I did it alone
Industry don't want a real nigga to in fuck it ima' sneak in
And fuck going to that book store I used to sleep in
My homie let me stay on Saturday and Sunday I used to be like the weekend
Same three outfits switching them till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm sinking in the end
Made myself a ima' be the one in the end
With these rehabilitation ima' clean 'em up with the pen
Then my problems gonna be over and
They let me in the damn door now I hope it revolves
Let me out of mother fucker too many corny ass bitch ass
Kiss ass ass buster ass fuck ass niggas
Faggots playing the salami
is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the swami n'aw
This is remember I rap circles around your favourite MC
calling George Zimmerman a bitch on cable tv
In racially profile hoodie using BETs 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 game alright some
All I is raps a circus
reaching again y'all bleaching your skin y'all bastards searching
For surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are thin
turning Hip-hop to pop you maggots singing again
Just snap your 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 then a Capricorn
Born before get it y'all on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh as I hear about Donald Sterling's bitch choking on Magic's Johnson

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm calm collective smooth
I'm from using coupons with a true mom with infectious
one with you honour and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing 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 these move
I know I know it's easier said then done but the day that I'm done and dead
I'll be remembered by more shit being done then
Listening to rap you gon' hear told
But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist the globe
I want my rhyme solidified in time 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 that on his own in a blind fold
And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his folded
And looking at me with that look like that's but get your own
Confidence breeds success it's spoke on
Patron comes into play then it's 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 niggas
And how niggas you think gon' come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up some are even try to take the credit
While we was doing the the Justice League manager was like
Them niggas album ain't never coming out niggas don't even like each other
Well the Justice League manager
I would you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches niggas and punks
I know it all I just 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, in your foyer
That's probably why I looked at that bottle like that's
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 they call me a soul
my soul done floated 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 to his Mama

[Verse 4: Joe
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
Tell me what if this is big as I'm to be
I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't the hope from me
Cause that's a deep
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 close to my bed
Vom' and fluid on my it was a meth head
Was hard back then ain't a car back then
Still in on mase had me I had tvs on the head rest
B.I.G.'s Thoughts was getting him through
Would've took my life had id've known who I was in to
screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect jewel it helped me get in this booth
Now my trumping how incognito I try to be
Even make my keep it low they on their Nayeli
I don't trust none of hoes
Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul I had thought when I proposed
Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck this
Makes sense that she was thinking less of me
Got ruined in my youth when the one got the best of me
When she said she'd leave then she left fuck y'all expect of me
That resentment only had me fucking different different weeks
But most of them was bad that made it bitter
Those are growing pains call it paying
She a nigga then birthed one all with the same move
We could hit the 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 stuck
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 laced with addict deficiencies
But in my son another owed to inconsistency
looking at all my life's typos
Just to remove the fat provide the lipo'
Two for my enemies die slow
Full time pyros' we do this with our closed

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