Beat Novacane

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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, niggas 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]

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

[Verse 2]

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]

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

[Verse 3]

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, 2Pac, Big L and Left Eye

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

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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

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