Fat Joe - Beat Novacane
[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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