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

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

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

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

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

I got that permit to 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
face 20's, that's that '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the flo'
Cali hit with that nigga
(Un-un-un-unbelievable)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Phantom, two castles and a fo'
Five a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I 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
years I earned cake, let me tell 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 niggaz your T.S.'s up

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