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

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

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

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

Now who pop off 'til they 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 permit to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named album hurr, 'Licensed To Kill'
Ahh, yes my chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Hills

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

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

Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so I lived it
Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just
And that's the reason why call me ghetto
D.O. have you homeless diggin' deep holes

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

The wheels in my head spinnin'
I'm thinkin' anybody go against me losin'
I'm thinkin' there's no better than now to start some killin'
It's Cook Coke Crack, ghetto 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 tell you
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook

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

Yo, yo, loop and you crash the remix
And forget who you I was, I'm Crack, beyotch
The same dude that made you lean
And had that nigga Mase 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
That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, it with me now

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

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

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

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