Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off
I'm thinkin' anybody go against me losin' chil'ren
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Y'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitin'
And I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubt
Forgettin' I wasn't the only object
Is my microphone on? Yes
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
(Crack preach)
That means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
One Phantom, two castles and a Jeep fo'
D.O. have you homeless [Incomprehensible] diggin' deep holes
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
(Un-un-un-unbelievable)
One Phantom, two castles and a Jeep fo'
New York, look I brought the championship home
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
We was more concerned with cuttin' up and choppin'
I'm the one and only godfather, one through three
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on
And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack, beyotch
By the realest MC and that's me
For all our soldiers that died
I'm thinkin' there's no better time than now to start some killin'
It's grill, spit fire like I never been out
Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Now sit back and witness the director's cut
Police know, but just couldn't figure me out
Now sit back and witness the director's cut
I'm like [Incomprehensible], have 'em makin' pies in the house
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now
Ahh, yes my life chilly chill
(Beat Novacane)
Now sit back and witness the director's cut
Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough
One Phantom, two castles and a Jeep fo'
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'
Cali hit with that talk nigga
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Now, throw up your peace signs to the sky
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
I got that permit to bury ya ice grill
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remix
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Whispered in my ear this is your year
And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up
One Phantom, two castles and a Jeep fo'
So I testify
Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin' New York
And had that nigga Mase spittin' that gangsta shit
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke
The same dude that made you lean back
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead
One Phantom, two castles and a Jeep fo'
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived it
One Phantom, two castles and a Jeep fo'
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles nigga
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
The wheels in my head keep spinnin'
Shoulda named this album hurr, 'Licensed To Kill'
Joey Crack, A.K.A. '88, Cook Coke
Supplyin' fiends with that work, get it poppin'
And that's the reason why they call me ghetto
Chill, that's that '88 flow
Save your breath for crownin' me King of N.Y.
