Now sit back and witness the D wreck the sky, and niggas throw your T-axis up, beat Novacane Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin' New York, who would've thunk it? God above and plundered, yeah, they came while I was asleep, whispered in my ear, this is your year So I testify, to burn down the throne, niggas follow my lead Say your work will crown a me, king of NY, I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three Pardon me, but I was raised in a project, forgettin' I wasn't the only object We was more concerned with cuttin' up and choppin' Supplyin' things that that worth, get it poppin' Now who wanna pop off till their head get popped off? Buy the realest and see, and that's me, Joe Crack the dawn I came from the streets, knee deep in the game of a half in the streets I got that permit to bury your ice grill, should've named this album her license to kill Yes, my life's chilly chill, mission in Miami, up in the Jersey Hills, chill That's that 88 flow, small face twenties, that's that 88 dough Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88 flow, Cali hit him with that tongue One Fanta, two Castles, and a G4, five months of classic, kinda like my sixth floor Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more, Joey Crack and your 888 cook coat One Fanta, two Castles, and a G4, five months of classic, kinda like my sixth floor Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more, Joey Crack and your 888 cook coat 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 holdin' shovels, nigga, D-Bowl Police know, but just couldn't figure me out I'm like B-Bowls, have em makin' pies in the house, it's grill Spit fire like I've never been out And I ain't gon' retire till it's never a doubt The wheels in my head keep spinnin', I'm thinkin' anybody go against me, lose the cheerin' I'm thinkin' there's no better time than now to start some killin' This cook coat crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles, nigga One Fanta, two Castles, and a G4, five months of classic, kinda like my sixth floor Several years, I earned cake, let me tell you more Joey Crack and your 888 cook coat One Fanta, two Castles, and a G4, five months of classic, kinda like my sixth floor Several years, I earned cake, let me tell you more Joey Crack and your 888 cook coat Loop this in your Chrysler remix And forget who you thought I was, I'm crack, bitch The same dude that made you lean back I had that nigga Mase spittin' that gangsta *** Can't wait till my niggas shine, 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 Gun, the greatest of all time, sing it with me now One Fanta, two Castles, and a G4, five months of classic, kinda like my sixth floor Several years, I earned cake, let me tell you more Joey Crack and your 888 cook coat One Fanta, two Castles, and a G4, five months of classic, kinda like my sixth floor Several years, I earned cake, let me tell you more Joey Crack and your 888 cook coat Wonder if we all meet, yes, it's us Wanna know the streets, get with us Now sit back and witness the director's cut And niggas throw your T-S's up Wonder if we all meet, yes, it's us Wanna know the streets, get with us Now sit back and witness the director's cut And niggas throw your T-S's up And niggas throw your T-S's up