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   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