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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't wait my nigga Shyne come 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
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'
mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook

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

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

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