[Jozeemo:]
I bet you ^!$$%s ain't know East Durham was down with the Hall of Justus
I know you haters don't like that %#@!

Your boy Jozeemo! Khrysis, let's get this (*##$ popping

Yeah, I've been gone for a minute but I'm back again

I got the hundred round drum for the MAC again
Don't get shook now cause Jozeemo's back in the building
I spit bars that turn old folks back into children

I'm a little more @@#!y, lost a few pounds
So I'm a little less stocky, hoes still gon' jock me
And the pound still sloppy, it'll mess up your shirt

It ain't nothing for the wrestler to work, you $#&@ing jerk
Jo' Murder in the house, tell your mama I'm home
And while she swallow the bone, you can swallow the chrome

If I see your little sister I'm a follow her home
Make her give a ^!$$% the $$#, then followed by dome
This here's for y'all (*##$es, I ain't talking bout chicks

I'm talking bout lame ^!$$%s with !@#( instead of dicks
Yeah you ^!$$%, Jozee' will bring it to your clique
If you still looking, holler at Kodak and take a flick


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Me and you ain't finna have no dealings ^!$$%

$#&@ you from the flo' to the ceiling ^!$$%
I'm better than most of y'all, that's the realest ^!$$%
%#@!, I had to get up in your feelings ^!$$%

What you mad for? You got him in his feelings Jo'
Why you crying (*##$? You got him in his feelings Jo'
Where's all that tough talk? You got him in his feelings Jo'

Click, clack, baby he don't need to feel no mo'

[Jozeemo:]

Uh, it's Joziggy and no niggy can flow with me
Been rolling with +guerrilla units+ before +50+
$#&@ (*##$es in their mouth leaving their throats sticky

Every time I leave the house I'm bringing the toast with me
Now I'm digging, you lock down blocks, I control cities
Bullets will leave you with a passion mark but it's no hicky

Flow sticky and massacre tracks like a know Biggie
You like "He ain't say what I think he just said did he? "
Yeah, the big gunner is back

Right hand on the trigger, finger $#&@ing a MAC
You don't want it with that, you don't want to see the llama react
Cause your wifey will be a widow, I can promise you that

Hop in the G5 and fly, the same I sit back
With a hundred kilos of !@%!e and cook it all into crack
Then front it out, cause hand-to-hand, I don't bother with that

I'm a boss, leave a message, I ain't calling you back

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[Jozeemo:]
Yo, you #~!!@ ^!$$%s act all the same

Pointing fingers giving all the blame
Don't be hollering about y'all, be a man ^!$$%, call my name
So I can pick the silly audiences off your brain

When you first stepped to Jo', that's when them problems came
I wet ^!$$%s like a storm but it's hardly rain
You looking at L.O.V. like my squad's a gang

Just cause we strapped up, you right, we'll probably bang
And I ain't talking bout colors and flags
I'm talking bout $$#ault rifles and mags, and four dicks to brag

Night vision scope ^!$$%s, bust cliques in half
And have my drug dealing homies throw bricks to $$#
I don't hustle or rob ^!$$%s, more chips to have

Trick or treat like Halloween, more chicks to bag
You going the wrong way ^!$$%, switch your path
Cause that slick %#@! you spitting, it can get you stabbed


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