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[Joell Ortiz Verse 1]

They say the tongue is the perfect weapon

All I hang around nowadays is verse perfection

I knew these 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 again on some fan shit

I used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man zick rest his soul

Before I had a clue what joe was like

I used to cop clues just to hear what joe would write

Mowi? used to tell me me and Crooked sounded so alike

An 07 XXL shoot, he came over like I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi

Pleasure to meet you brother

Seven years later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover

We saw the world together

Back of that bus *****ing girls together

Got home and broke up with our girls together

Homie this is special

Yall rescued me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 speacial

Cause none of em jam ya

Summer jam was cool but we hung in japan

I don't think yall niggas truly understand

I used to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man

Get drunk and pop shit about running the can

Damn a whole lot to look forward to

Papi I was going through

What any other thorough nigga in my hood was going through

The g code I know it's true

You throw at every one of them niggas before they throw at you

Back then I thought that made me real

Listening to myself now that shit just gave me chills man

Cause Id've missed this bus

I mean this private jet no middle seat cause it's just us shiit

All of this cause I can spit

It's crazy 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 hit without a radio hit biitch

I'd rather talk to you niggas

Cause really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me

And lets just leave it at that

Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps

I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in containers

Please be on your cool behavior homey

And lets just leave it at that

I know I said that shit before

But I'm trying to save yall from a war

[Crooked I]

(Talking)

Yeah you know how you got a godmother

I got a godgrandmother

Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call tonight that she-

She passed away man know what I'm saying

She went to the other side

Attie May I still got that brute cologne you bought for me for my birthday

I love you let me holler

[Verse 2]

I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat

Still thankful though cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep

Talking to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape street

He said crook who we gotta kill to get you a dre beat

Cause I don't wanna see you on this ratchet shit these niggas is on

And how come 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 zone

And I definitely 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 ***** going back to that book store I used to sleep in

My homey let me stay on saturday and sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend

Same three outfits switching them shits till the week ends

Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm sinking in the deep end

Made myself a promise imma be the one in the end

With these rehabilitation bars imma clean em up with the pen

Then my problems gonna be over and solved

They finnaly let me in the damn door now I hope it revolves

Let me out of this mother *****er too many corny ass ***** ass

Kiss ass punk ass buster ass ***** ass niggas

Faggots playing hide the salami

This is a snake business my nigga and I ain't the swami naw

This is crooked remember I rap circles around your favorite MC

While calling George Zimmerman a ***** on cable tv

In racially profile hoodie using BETs cypher just to push my agenda

I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm James' son

Even though he wore 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 alright name some

All I know is raps a circus

Your reaching again yall bleaching your skin yall bastards searching

For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are thin

You're turning hip hop to pop you maggots singing again

Just snap your finger and spin

What the ***** you rapping for

And mother ***** a grammy just hand them *****es to Macklemore

I don't need you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a Capricorn

Born before Christmas get it yall on some nonsense

And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about Donald Sternin's ***** choking on Magics johnson

[Royce Da 5'9 Verse 3]

(Let me get em crook)

I'm cool calm collective smooth

I'm from using coupons with a true mom with infectious views

Number one with you honor and respect the rules

I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes

It's like I'm standing on a stepping stool

'Cept when I'm standing with the wrecking crew

We can turn 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 dead

I'll be remembered by more shit being done then said

Listening to rap you gon hear lies told

But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist around the globe

I want my rhyme flow solidified in time so

I gotta get on my grind bro

I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em but honestly he couldve sold more records then that on his own in a blind fold

And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his arms folded

And looking at me with that look like that's cool but get your own

Confidence breeds success when it's spoke on

Then Patron comes into play then it's postponed

For whatever reason shady records still believes in us

And whatever they see in us Interscope don't

Comments being made like niggas old and they pathetic

Now how many times have we proved niggas wrong

And how many niggas 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 credit

While 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 other

Well ***** the justice league manager

I would tell you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs

*****es fake niggas and punks

I don't know it all I just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks

I'm a *****ing warrior I'm a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your foyer

that's 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 actually ask you for ya

And that'll destroy ya

Take it from a g they call me a soul survivor

Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers

I made my oldest a promise

To keep my balls off the net and stay devoted to his mama

[Joe Budden Verse 4]

(Let me get 'em Nickle)

Tell me what if this is big as I'm supposed to be

I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't take the hope from me

Cause that's a deep threat

I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet

In '98 they said I was close to my death bed

Vom and fluid on my cig it was a meth head

Was hard back then ain't have a car back then

Still in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head rest

BIGs suicidal thoughts was getting him through

Wouldve took my life had idve known who I was giving in to

Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof

In retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in this booth

Now my notoriety trumping how incognito I try to be

Even make my *****es keep it low they on their Nayeli

I don't trust none of these hoes

Sad part 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 ***** this *****

Makes sense that she was thinking even less of me

Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the best of me

When she said she'd never leave then she left ***** yall expect of me

That resentment only had me *****ing different *****es different weeks

But most of them was bad that made it bitter sweet

Those are growing pains call it paying dues

She killed a nigga then birthed one all with the same move

We could hit the hookah spot and do a dinner

But thanks to my baby mother I'll bust anywhere but in her

Cause a baby for her is just a problem I'll be stuck with

Like what gives so naw I ain't arrogant but my nut is

I'm scarred happened years ago I'm still effected

If she suck and a swallow then she'll get high it's pill infested

500 proof laced with addict deficiencies

But accent in my son another owed to inconsistency

Ugh looking at all my lifes typos

Just trying to remove the fat provide the lipo

Two words for my enemies die slow

Full time pyros we do this with our eyes closed

Word up man one more time for the half wits and the simpletons

It go two words for my enemies die slow

Full time ***** it word

La slaughter la familia

Ya know what I mean

No matter what we ride so lets ride

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