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[Fat Joe]


Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh


Yo, yo...





Wonder if we all V-S'es'us


Wanna know the streets that we fuss


Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut


And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}





[Fat Joe]


Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New York


Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did


Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep


Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}


So I testify


To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead


Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.


I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three


Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects


Forgettin I wasn't the only object


We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin


Supplyin fiends with that work, get it poppin


Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off


by the realest MC, and that's ME!


Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets


Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets


I got that permit to bury ya ice grill


Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"


Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill


Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills


Chillll, that's that '88 flow


Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough


Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'


Khaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!}





[Chorus: repeat 2X]


One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo'


Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'


Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more


Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke





[Fat Joe]


Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it


Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitin


And that's the reason why they call me ghetto


D.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holes


Police know, but just couldn't figure me out


I'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house


It's grill, spit fire like I never been out


And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt


The wheels, in my head keep spinnin


I'm thinkin anybody go against me losin chil'ren


I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some killin


It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA





[Chorus]





[Fat Joe]


Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix


And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack BEYOTCH


The same dude that made you "Lean Back"


And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit


Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home


Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on


Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes


New York, look I brought the championship home


Now, through up your peace signs to the sky


For all our soldiers that died


That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye


And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now





[Chorus]





[repeat 2X]


Wonder if we all V-S'es'us


Wanna know the streets that we fuss


Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut


And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}