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
["Joe" sample - repeat 4X] Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, hahahaha All my niggaz locked down, all
t be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him Then we can all fuck It's like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all struck Aowww! We pissy
So remember this whenever I call We go back too far We've been through it all Even though we haven't spoke In so long Ain't nothing has changed Not a
what? Uh-huh, c'mon, yeah, let's, now let's go [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yeah, uhh - aowwwwww Yeah, yo, uhh What'chu know about your main man Flow Joe Chicks
niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Fat Joe] No Judas or cowardice
Joe - over Chorus] Swizz Beatz! Sing to me baby, uhh Loretta I see you baby, yeah Uh-huh, DFL Stew, I see you too nigga Yeah [Fat Joe] Sit back, relax, Joe
up, get up, get up, get up [Fat Joe over Chorus 2] Guess who's back? Yeah, guess who's back? [Fat Joe] They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy Cause they
you rappin Now Fifty that ain't right [Chorus] I know what y'all thinkin man Y'all thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe
Laden talk, disappearin like Pookie from "New Jack" Said it, yeah it's all out war So do your jumpin jacks nigga, make you hit the floor [Chorus] [Fat Joe
dead I'm here to raise the stakes this time it's ten mill Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build And I'm - Joe Crack BX finest Do rewind this
[27 second skit opens song telling Pablo his sister is dead] [Chorus: 'Pablo'] Joe Crack's that nigga I'll crack that nigga, hold THAT lil' nigga I'
(Beat Novacane!) [Chorus 2X: Fat Joe] Lord forgive me temptation to kill But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real Motherfucker die -
celebrity He ain't tryin' to start something He is into menage crushin' But she ain't tryin' hear nothin' fears nothin' But her impulse is scared money dont make nothing
[Intro] This should be played at high volume [Fat Joe] This is, this is, this is Cook! Cool n Dre! Ain't nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody
love"*} I spit blaze all, napalm, the mic technician Coulda blazed y'all but gave y'all a slight condition Never to defy my wishes I'm the king of NY, all
it up I've gotta have all or nothing, baby With me there is no maybe If you want to be my lady It's all or nothing I've gotta have all or nothing,
bathroom Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him Then we can all fuck It's like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all awestruck
