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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
(Beat Novacane)

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

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

Pardon me, but I was in the projects
I wasn't the only object
We was more with cuttin' up and choppin'
Supplyin' fiends with 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 deep in the game, other half in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't 'til my nigga Shyne come home
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 means Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it me now

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

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

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

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