Текст песни Fat Joe - Beat Novacane
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[Fat Joe]Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhhYo, yo...Wonder if we all V-S`es`usWanna know the streets that we fussNow sit back and witness the di-rector`s cutAnd niggaz throw your T.S.`s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}[Fat Joe]Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin New YorkWho woulda thunk it, God above and Pun didYeah, they came while I was `sleepWhispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!}So I testifyTo burn down the throne, niggaz follow my leadSave your breath for crownin me King of N.Y.I`m the one and only Godfather, one through threePardon me, but I was raised in the projectsForgettin I wasn`t the only objectWe was more concerned with cuttin up and choppinSupplyin fiends with that work, get it poppinNow who wanna pop off `til they head get popped offby the realest MC, and that`s ME!Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streetsKnee deep in the game, other half in the streetsI got that permit to bury ya ice grillShoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"Ahhh - yes my life chilly chillMansion in Miami, other in the Jersey HillsChillll, that`s that `88 flowSmall face 20`s, that`s that `88 doughJoey 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 moreJoey Crack, a.k.a. `88, Cook Coke[Fat Joe]Wonder why I paint a picture of the street life so vivid I lived itY`all dudes innocent, y`all just visitinAnd that`s the reason why they call me ghettoD.O., have you homeless {?} diggin deep holesPolice know, but just couldn`t figure me outI`m like {?}, have `em makin pies in the houseIt`s grill, spit fire like I never been outAnd I ain`t gon` retire `til there`s never a doubtThe wheels, in my head keep spinninI`m thinkin anybody go against me losin chil`renI`m thinkin there`s no better time than now to start some killinIt`s Cook Coke Crack, 2005`s ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA[Chorus][Fat Joe]Yo, yo, loop this and you crash the remixAnd forget who you thought I was, I`m Crack BEYOTCHThe same dude that made you "Lean Back"And had that nigga Ma$e spittin that gangsta shitCan`t wait `til my nigga Shyne come homeSix minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you`re onUh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? YesNew York, look I brought the championship homeNow, through up your peace signs to the skyFor all our soldiers that diedThat means Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Big L and Left EyeAnd Big Pun the greatest of all time, sing it with me now[Chorus][repeat 2X]Wonder if we all V-S`es`usWanna know the streets that we fussNow sit back and witness the di-rector`s cutAnd niggaz throw your T.S.`s up {BEAT NOVACANE!}