Fat Joe: Beat novacane

Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhhYo, yo...Wonder if we all V-S'es'usWanna know the streets that we fussNow sit back and witness the di-rector's cutAnd niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}[Fat Joe]Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New YorkWho woulda thunk it, God above and Pun didYeah, they came while I was 'sleepWhispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}So I testifyTo burn down the throne, niggaz follow my leadSave your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.I'm the one and only Godfather, one through threePardon me, but I was raised in the projectsForgettin I wasn't the only objectWe was more concerned with cuttin up and choppinSupplyin fiends with that work, get it poppinNow who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped offby the realest MC, and that's ME!Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streetsKnee deep in the game, other half in the streetsI got that permit to bury ya ice grillShoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"Ahhh - yes my life chilly chillMansion in Miami, other in the Jersey HillsChillll, that's that '88 flowSmall face 20's, that's that '88 doughJoey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'Khaled him with that talk nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBELIEVABLE!}[Chorus: repeat 2X]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 moreJoey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke[Fat Joe]Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived itY'all dudes innocent, y'all just visitinAnd that's the reason why they call me ghettoD.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holesPolice know, but just couldn't figure me outI'm like {?}, have 'em makin pies in the houseIt's grill, spit fire like I never been outAnd I ain't gon' retire 'til there's never a doubtThe wheels, in my head keep spinninI'm thinkin anybody go against me losin chil'renI'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some killinIt's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA[Chorus][Fat Joe]Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remixAnd forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack BEYOTCHThe same dude that made you "Lean Back"And had that nigga Ma spittin that gangsta shitCan't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come homeSix minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're onUh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? YesNew York, look I brought the championship homeNow, through up your peace signs to the skyFor all our soldiers that diedThat means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left EyeAnd Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now[Chorus][repeat 2X]Wonder if we all V-S'es'usWanna know the streets that we fussNow sit back and witness the di-rector's cutAnd niggaz throw your T.S.'s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}