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Beat Novacane

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[Fat Joe]
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 niggaz throw your T.S.`s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

[Fat Joe]
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"
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: 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 more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. `88, Cook Coke

[Fat Joe]
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]

[Fat Joe]
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, Tupac, Big L and Left Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now

[Chorus]

[repeat 2X]
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 niggaz throw your T.S.`s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}

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