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Wonder if we all
Wanna the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the cut
And niggaz your T.S.'s up
(Beat Novacane)

Go it, Joe Crack runnin' New York
Who woulda it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, came while I was 'sleep
in my ear this is your year
(Crack preach)

So I
To burn down the throne, follow my lead
Save breath for crownin' me King of N.Y.
I'm the one and only godfather, one through

me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin' I wasn't the object
We was more with cuttin' up and choppin'
Supplyin' with that work, get it poppin'

Now who wanna pop off they head get popped off
By the realest MC and me
Joe the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, half in the streets

I got that to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named album hurr, 'Licensed To Kill'
Ahh, yes my chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey

Chill, that's '88 flow
Small face 20's, that's that '88
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th
Cali hit with that talk
(Un-un-un-unbelievable)

One Phantom, two castles and a fo'
Five a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Coke

One Phantom, two castles and a fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my
Several I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook

Wonder why I paint a of the street life so vivid I lived it
Y'all dudes innocent, just visitin'
And that's the reason why they me ghetto
D.O. have you [Incomprehensible] diggin' deep holes

Police know, but just figure me out
I'm like [Incomprehensible], have 'em makin' pies in the
It's grill, fire like I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a

The wheels in my head spinnin'
I'm thinkin' go against me losin' chil'ren
I'm thinkin' there's no better time than now to start killin'
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles

One Phantom, two and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my
years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Coke

One Phantom, two and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you
Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke

Yo, yo, this and you crash the remix
And who you thought I was, I'm Crack, beyotch
The same dude that you lean back
And had that nigga Mase spittin' gangsta shit

Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come
Six minutes, six minutes, Crack you're on
Is my on? Yes
New York, I brought the championship home

Now, throw up your peace to the sky
For all our soldiers that
That Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, it with me now

One Phantom, two and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you
Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke

One Phantom, two and a Jeep fo'
Five a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook

Wonder if we all
Wanna know the that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the cut
And niggaz your T.S.'s up

if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the that we fuss
Now sit back and the director's cut
And niggaz throw T.S.'s up