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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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Beat Novacane
Lyricist:Joseph Cartagena, Khaled Khaled
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us Wanna know the streets that we fuss Now sit back and witness the director's cut And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up (Beat Novacane)
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' Ahh, yes my life chilly chill Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chill, that's that '88 flow Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo' Cali hit with that talk nigga (Un-un-un-unbelievable)
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
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
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 [Incomprehensible]diggin' deep holes
Police know, but just couldn't figure me out Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm like [Incomprehensible], 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
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
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
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 Mase spittin' that gangsta shit
Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on Is my microphone on? Yes New York, look I brought the championship home
Now, throw 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
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
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
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us Wanna know the streets that we fuss Now sit back and witness the director's cut And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us Wanna know the streets that we fuss Now sit back and witness the director's cut And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up
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