Beat Novacane Lyrics - All Or Nothing - Fat Joe

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 

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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) 

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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 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 

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