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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Phantom, two castles and a 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

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

Police know, but just couldn't me out
I'm like [Incomprehensible], have 'em makin' pies in the
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 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 Crack, 2005's ghetto 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 castles and a fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook

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

wait '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 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'
Five mics a classic, kinda my six-fo'
years 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 like my
Several years I earned cake, let me you more
Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke

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

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