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!}
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"