调：G minor•
Verse 1
It's like I gotta keep remindin'
you and remindin' you
Who's that nigga, you heard the kid
the squad us
It's the motherfuckin' don
Cartagena ya heard
They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
Verse 2
Cm
You
a hustler,
how they think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the
blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard
niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz
rims pokin' out
pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga
close your mouth
Verse 3
my story of life I live
Most niggaz that really know
me got life as bids
The trife as kids,
this ain't no scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you,
your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks
niggaz couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a
glock to even put my hands on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops,
tryin' to get a gram off
raised by the street
Verse 4
the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat,
I was the shorty to take the hand off
Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak
the gat past grand moms
This is how it should be done,
my life
Is identical to none,
'Cuz every time I walked by
he turned blue in the face
All my change is like heavy on
the weight when I cop
It's just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect
the way I blaze them guns
On hold it down for the bronx
Verse 5
in the name of pun
is Joey Crack
You a hustler,
how they think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the
blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard
niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz
rims pokin' out
pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga
close your mouth
Verse 6
Put the pressure on a nigga
like I'm right at the doe
With the muzzle out,
nigga can't shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers house
Beat up his pops,
put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips,
jerked a few coke and next play the strip
With chrome knowin' that
they won't forget
we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto ricans
always fuckin' it up
Verse 7
Strip you niggaz butt- naked,
I'm a thorough bred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too
light for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the friends are guaranteed
To keep the meat on my fork
On our phones in hopes
of cuffin' us
Then wonder why we livin'
Verse 8
life so illustrious
name is Joey Crack
You a hustler,
how they think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the
blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard
niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims
pokin' out
pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga
Verse 9
close your mouth
is Joey Crack
You a hustler,
how they think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the
blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard
niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz
rims pokin' out
pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga
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