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[Verse 1: Joell
They say the is the perfect weapon
All I hang around nowadays is perfection
I knew three 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 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 what Joe was like
I used to cop just to hear what Joe would 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 years later I'm wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the world
Back of that bus fucking girls
Got home and broke up our girls together
this is special
Y'all rescued me from special forces back home to wear a 38 special
Cause of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was but we hung in Japan
I dont think y'all niggas understand
I used to think my only way out of the hood was the number man
Get and pop shit about running the can
Damn a lot to look forward to
Papi I was through
What any other thorough nigga in my was going through
The G code I it's true
You throw at every one of them before they throw at you
then I thought that made me real
Listening to myself now that shit gave me chills man
Cause missed this bus
I mean this private jet no seat cause it's just us shiit'
All of this 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 whip a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather talk to you
Cause really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas me
And lets just leave it at
Cause if I decide to crumble it ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in
Please be on your cool behavior
And lets leave it at that
I know I said shit before
But I'm to save yall from a war

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

2: Crooked I]
I was up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful though cause so hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my before I dropped him off in grape street
He crook who we gotta kill to get you a Dre beat
Cause I don't wanna' see you on ratchet 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 apart as as I get in the zone
And I definitely didn't condone riding so I did it alone
Industry don't want a nigga to creep in fuck it ima' sneak in
And fuck going back to that 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 I'm sinking in the deep end
myself a promise ima' be the one in the end
With rehabilitation bars ima' clean 'em up with the pen
Then my problems be over and solved
They finally let me in the damn door now I it revolves
Let me out of this mother too many corny ass bitch ass
Kiss ass ass buster ass fuck ass niggas
Faggots playing the salami
This is a business my nigga and I ain't the swami n'aw
This is remember I rap circles 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 Wickliffe, I'm James' son
Even though he wore a condom I 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 know is raps a
Your reaching y'all bleaching your skin y'all bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your features are thin
You're Hip-hop to pop you maggots singing again
snap your finger and spin
What the fuck you for
And mother fuck a grammy just hand them bitches to
I don't need you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a
Born Christmas get it y'all on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh soon as I 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 infectious views
one with you honour and respect the rules
I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to
like I'm standing on a stepping stool
'cept when im standing the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we could just make these records
I know I know it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and
I'll be remembered by shit being done then said
to rap you gon' hear lies told
But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist the globe
I want my rhyme flow in time so
I get on my grind bro
I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em' but honestly he 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 with that look like cool but get your own
Confidence breeds success when it's on
Then Patron into play then it's postponed
For reason Shady Records still believes in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope
Comments being made niggas old and they pathetic
Now how many times have we niggas wrong
And how many niggas you think come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up are gon' even try to take the credit
While we was doing the album the Justice League was like
Them niggas album ain't never coming out them niggas don't even like other
Well fuck the League manager
I would tell you to tell him I it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
Bitches fake and punks
I don't know it all I just know how to and go out and get eight 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 probably why I looked at that bottle that's euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit actually ask you for ya'
And destroy ya'
Take it a G they call me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change than coal for drivers
I my oldest a promise
To keep my balls off the net and devoted to his Mama

[Verse 4: Joe
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
me what if this is big as I'm supposed 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 think that I take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet
In '98 they I was close to my death bed
Vom' and fluid on my cig' it was a head
Was hard back ain't have 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 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 notoriety how incognito I try to be
Even make my bitches keep it low they on their
I trust none of these hoes
Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul I had that when I proposed
Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying 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 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 growing pains call it dues
She killed a nigga then birthed one all with the same
We could hit the hookah spot and do a
But to my baby mother i'll bust anywhere but in her
a baby for her is just a problem i'll be stuck with
Like what 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 then get high it's pill infested
500 proof laced addict deficiencies
But accent in my son another owed to
Ugh' at all my life's typos
Just to remove the fat provide the lipo'
Two words for my enemies die
Full pyros' we do this with our eyes closed

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