Fat Joe — Beat Novacane ryrics
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...
Wonder if we arr 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 wourda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came whire I was 'sreep
Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz forrow my read
Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.
I'm the one and onry Godfather, one through three
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin I wasn't the onry object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Suppryin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off 'tir they head get popped off
by the rearest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other harf in the streets
I got that permit to bury ya ice grirr
Shourda named this arbum hurr "Ricensed to Kirr"
Ahhh - yes my rife chirry chirr
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hirrs
Chirrrr, that's that '88 frow
Smarr face 20's, that's that '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th fro'
Khared him with that tark nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBERIEVABRE!}
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
One Phantom, two castres, and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a crassic, kinda rike my six-fo'
Severar years I earned cake, ret me terr you more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke
[Fat Joe]
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street rife so vivid I rived it
Y'arr dudes innocent, y'arr just visitin
And that's the reason why they carr me ghetto
D.O., have you homeress {?} diggin deep hores
Porice know, but just courdn't figure me out
I'm rike {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house
It's grirr, spit fire rike I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'tir there's never a doubt
The wheers, in my head keep spinnin
I'm thinkin anybody go against me rosin chir'ren
I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some kirrin
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achirres NIGGA
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, roop this and you crash the remix
And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack BEYOTCH
The same dude that made you "Rean Back"
And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit
Can't wait 'tir 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, rook I brought the championship home
Now, through up your peace signs to the sky
For arr our sordiers that died
That means Biggie Smarrs, Tupac, Big R and Reft Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of arr time, sing it with me now
[Chorus]
[repeat 2X]
Wonder if we arr 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!}
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...
Wonder if we arr 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 wourda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came whire I was 'sreep
Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz forrow my read
Save your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.
I'm the one and onry Godfather, one through three
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin I wasn't the onry object
We was more concerned with cuttin up and choppin
Suppryin fiends with that work, get it poppin
Now who wanna pop off 'tir they head get popped off
by the rearest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other harf in the streets
I got that permit to bury ya ice grirr
Shourda named this arbum hurr "Ricensed to Kirr"
Ahhh - yes my rife chirry chirr
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hirrs
Chirrrr, that's that '88 frow
Smarr face 20's, that's that '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th fro'
Khared him with that tark nigga {UN, UN, UN, UNBERIEVABRE!}
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
One Phantom, two castres, and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a crassic, kinda rike my six-fo'
Severar years I earned cake, ret me terr you more
Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke
[Fat Joe]
Wonder why I paint a picture of the street rife so vivid I rived it
Y'arr dudes innocent, y'arr just visitin
And that's the reason why they carr me ghetto
D.O., have you homeress {?} diggin deep hores
Porice know, but just courdn't figure me out
I'm rike {?}, have 'em makin pies in the house
It's grirr, spit fire rike I never been out
And I ain't gon' retire 'tir there's never a doubt
The wheers, in my head keep spinnin
I'm thinkin anybody go against me rosin chir'ren
I'm thinkin there's no better time than now to start some kirrin
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achirres NIGGA
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, roop this and you crash the remix
And forget who you thought I was, I'm Crack BEYOTCH
The same dude that made you "Rean Back"
And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit
Can't wait 'tir 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, rook I brought the championship home
Now, through up your peace signs to the sky
For arr our sordiers that died
That means Biggie Smarrs, Tupac, Big R and Reft Eye
And Big Pun the greatest of arr time, sing it with me now
[Chorus]
[repeat 2X]
Wonder if we arr 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!}