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

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

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

Pardon me, but I was in the projects
I wasn't the only object
We was more concerned with up and choppin'
Supplyin' fiends that work, get it poppin'

Now who pop off 'til they head get popped off
By the MC and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the
Knee in the game, other half in the streets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 castles and a fo'
Five a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook

Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the
And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack,
The same that made you lean back
And had that nigga Mase spittin' that gangsta

Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne home
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack on
Is my on? Yes
New York, look I brought the home

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

One Phantom, two castles and a 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, like my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me you more
Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke

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

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