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

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

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

me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin' I the only object
We was concerned with cuttin' up and choppin'
Supplyin' fiends with work, get it poppin'

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

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

Chill, that's that '88
Small face 20's, that's that '88
Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'
Cali hit with talk 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 you more
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 tell you
Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke

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

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

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

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

One Phantom, two and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda my six-fo'
years I earned cake, let me tell you more
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 dude that made you lean
And had that nigga Mase spittin' gangsta shit

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

Now, throw up your signs to the sky
For all our that died
means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left 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
Several years I earned cake, let me you more
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Coke

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

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

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