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Артист: Fat JoeНазвание : Beat NovacaneДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop hip hop east coast rap gangsta rap Видео:
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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!} [Fat Joe] 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" Ahhh - yes my life chilly chill Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills Chillll, that`s that `88 flow Small face 20`s, that`s that `88 dough Joey 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 more Joey Crack, a.k.a. `88, Cook Coke [Fat Joe] 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 [Chorus] [Fat Joe] 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 Ma$e spittin that gangsta shit Can`t wait `til 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, look I brought the championship home Now, through 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 [Chorus] [repeat 2X] 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!} | Похожие исполнители:
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