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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so I lived it
dudes innocent, y'all just visitin'
And the reason why they call me ghetto
D.O. have you homeless diggin' 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 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' there's no better time than now to some killin'
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto of Achilles nigga

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

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

Can't wait 'til my Shyne come home
Six minutes, six minutes, Crack you're on
Is my on? Yes
New York, I brought the championship home

Now, up your peace signs to the sky
For all our soldiers died
That Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, it with me now

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

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

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

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