Fat Joe Beat Novacane Lyrics

Beat Novacane Lyrics

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us

Wanna know the streets that we fuss

Now sit back and witness the director'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'

Ahh, yes my life chilly chill

Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills



Chill, that's that '88 flow

Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough

Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'

Cali hit with that talk nigga

(Un-un-un-unbelievable)



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



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



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 [Incomprehensible] diggin' deep holes



Police know, but just couldn't figure me out

I'm like [Incomprehensible], 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



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



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



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 Mase spittin' that gangsta shit



Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne 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 Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now



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



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



Wonder if we all V-S'es'us

Wanna know the streets that we fuss

Now sit back and witness the director's cut

And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up



Wonder if we all V-S'es'us

Wanna know the streets that we fuss

Now sit back and witness the director's cut

And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up