Fat Joe - The Crack Attack Lyrics
Yea, uhhI bet you thought I left you hanginYea yea, yeahI bet you thought I left you hanginTerror squad again.. long overdue babyI-i-i bet you thought I left you hanginDon cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hopJ-j-joe crack returns banginYea, uhhYo its the don of rap, sippin cognac, hit you on the backWith the mac (clak clak) slip you into cardiacIts the art of rap at the illest formFrom a killers point of view, who thrives off the area jealous onesYou could tell its on from my introductionHibernate the junction with killin somethin when you was barely dumpinYou aint even nuttin to worry aboutI flurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your houseThen Im hurryin out in the expedition, professional hit menThe vestibule shit from the credible dissesFederals is listenin to my conversations, tapin all the songs Im makinShakin down every ounce of my congregationJohn blazin, raisin the stakes, changin your fateTied up in my basement with a gauge in your faceMake no mistake, thats how I do my thingBlow out a lot of brains, Im sayin, its not a gameTake these words home and think it throughOr the next rhyme I write might be about you -- mobb deep(repeat 4x)Uhh, uhh, yeaJoe crack takin a l and make tone roll over in his grave, never thatT.s. got his dreams and discourage the brave, remember thatI been bustin guns since the infamous days of leather hatsVarsity sweaters with big letters blackPushin the illest whips down fifty-fifthWhere killers riff, without havin to split phillies and sniffAnd willies who shift jobs from chili willin to leave you stiffFulfillin my biggest wish, in this illegal shitQuarter maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriageWhen my corpse is carried my momsll get all my cabbageTerror squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabricsFloss like its a habit, eight shot up in my louis baggageYou knew we knew we had you, lay half your crew in gravelCaught you slippin with your boo and started shootin at youOut of captivity, left relativityNow we on the big-ger beat, terror squad trilogy, what?Take these words home and think it throughOr the next rhyme I write might be about you -- mobb deep(repeat 8x)
