[Sample is courtesy of Bring The Noise By Public Enemy]. [Intro]. Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga! Uh!. Once again back is the incredible - the incredible. [Verse 1]. Stop the presses I'm back! Cook Coke that is. Crack ain't been gone before a week. And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain't no space. Pile high to the top of the Empire State. CRACK!!! (CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!) Once again so you know it. Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit. Coke spit the fo' fifth chrome spit. Doe getter since I was small no better than yours. Truly just check the suicide doors. Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor. Lookin back I did the shit to death. I guess I ain't killin it this rhyme I'm here to raise the 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 Terror Squad behind this. [Chorus]. I got the streets on smash niggaz on the corner watching me roll past. The bitches they all gasp saying!. Once again back is the incredible (dammmn right!). The incredible - the incredible. I got the heat on blast love the seats reclining on that mean G4. Cause down in New York they saying!. Once again back is the incredible (dammmn right!). The incredible - the incredible. [Verse 2]. Dope man dope man I got that coke man. Brother Joe man the king of the streets. TS we incredibly credible like Stun said. It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads. And you know that K go chop chop chop. In broad day right in front of the One Stop Shop. I'm from Misery Boulevard right across the street. From I Hope You Die Place in school study the crime rate. That's when it became apparent to me. That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me. I plead innocent your honor. I'm just a product of the streets product of some beef. Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece. Problem is when I win my team eats. But wait just think the opposite of that. You'll be starin down the opposite side of them gats nigga. [Chorus]. I got the streets on smash niggaz on the corner watching me roll past. The bitches they all gasp saying!. Once again back is the incredible (dammmn right!). The incredible - the incredible. I got the heat on blast love the seats reclining on that mean G4. Cause down in New York they saying!. Once again back is the incredible (dammmn right!). The incredible - the incredible. [Verse 3]. Yo! Now have you ever felt the metal to your melon it just cock back. Ask for the money and drugs say you ain't got that. Where the cops at? prayin that they comin. Just a few seconds your brains be layin on your stomach. On my waist you know I got keep that oven. For ya ginger bread pie ass niggaz the heat's running on high. Joe Crack I - bake the cake and serve you niggaz humble pie. [Chorus]. I got the streets on smash niggaz on the corner watching me roll past. The bitches they all gasp saying!. Once again back is the incredible (dammmn right!). The incredible - the incredible. I got the heat on blast love the seats reclining on that mean G4. Cause down in New York they saying!. Once again back is the incredible (dammmn right!). The incredible - the incredible. [Just Blaze scratches throughout]. [Outro]. Yeah! Cook! Just Blaze you a rebel on this beat nigga!. Uh! Cool Dre LV Street Runner Pete Novacaine. Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid!. Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! New York!!!!