Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this
Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours
That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me
I got the streets on smash
For ya ginger bread pie ass niggaz
The bitches they all gasp saying
But wait, just think the opposite of that
And I'm Joe Crack, BX finest
Dope man, dope man, I got that coke man
Brother Joe, man the king of the streets
Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece
I got the streets on smash
Love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor
It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads
Bake the cake and serve you niggaz humble pie
Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine
TS, we incredibly credible like Stun said
Once again, back is the incredible
(The incredible, the incredible)
'Cause down in New York they saying
(The incredible, the incredible)
Niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
I plead innocent your honor
I'm here to raise the stakes this time it's ten mill
Problem is when I win, my team eats
Once again, back is the incredible
Niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
Damn right
Damn right
I'm from Misery Boulevard, right across the street
That's when it became apparent to me
Yo, now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back?
'Cause down in New York they saying
Once again, back is the incredible
Once again, back is the incredible
Yeah, Cook, just Blaze
Once again, back is the incredible
Lookin' back I did the shit to death
Crack once again so you know it
Ask for the money and drugs, and you ain't got that
Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit
Stop the presses, I'm back, cook Coke, that is
I guess I ain't killin' it this rhyme, I'm here to raise the dead
In broad daylight right in front of the One Stop Shop
Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit
And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain't no space
I got the streets on smash
(The incredible, the incredible)
Just a few seconds your brains be layin' on your stomach
Love the seats reclining on that mean G4
The heat's running on high, Joe Crack I
Damn right
(The incredible, the incredible)
Truly just check the suicide doors
The incredible, the incredible
I got the heat on blast
Once again, back is the incredible
I got the heat on blast
Damn right
Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build
And you know that K go chop, chop, chop
Love the seats reclining on that mean G4
On my waist you know I got keep that oven
(The incredible, the incredible)
You'll be starin' down the opposite side of them gats, nigga
Where the cops at? Prayin' that they comin'
Crack, ain't been gone before a week
Pile high to the top of the Empire State
Once again back is the incredible
I got the heat on blast
'Cause down in New York they saying
Niggaz on the corner watching me roll past
I'm just a product of the streets, product of some beef
The bitches they all gasp saying
The incredible
You a rebel on this beat nigga
From I Hope You Die Place, in school, study the crime rate
The bitches they all gasp saying
Damn right
