Fat Joe — The Crack Attack

[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah uh "I bet you thought I left you hanging" Yeah yeah yeah "I bet you thought I left you hanging" Terror Squad again.. long overdue baby "I-I-I bet you thought I left you hanging" Don Cartagena, bringing you the best in hardcore hip-hop "J-J-Joe Crack returns banging" [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yeah, uh Yo it's the Don of rap, sipping Cognac, hit you on the back With the MAC (clack, clack) slip you into cardiac It's the art of rap at the illest form From a killer's point of view, who thrives off the area jealous ones You could tell it's on from my introduction Hibernate the junction with killing something when you was barely dumping You ain't even nuttin to worry about I flurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house Then I'm hurrying out in the expedition, professional hit men The vestibule shit from the credible disses Federals is listening to my conversations, taping all the songs I'm making Shaking down every ounce of my congregation John Blazing, raising the stakes, changing your fate Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face Make no mistake, that's how I do my thing Blow out a lot of brains, I'm saying it's not a game [Chorus: Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample)] Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Uh uh yeah Joe Crack taking a L and make Tone roll over in his grave, never that T.S. shatters dreams and discourage the brave, remember that I been busting guns since the infamous days of leather hats Varsity sweaters with big letters black Pushin the illest whips down fifty-fifth Where killers riff, without havin to split Phillies and sniff And Willies who shift jobs from Chili willing to leave you stiff Fulfilling my biggest wish, in this illegal shit Quarter Maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriage When my corpse is carried my mom'll get all my cabbage Terror Squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabrics Floss like it's a habit, eight shot up in my Louis baggage You knew we knew we had you, lay half your crew in gravel Caught you slipping with your boo and started shooting at you Out of captivity left Relativity Now we on the Bigger Beat, Terror Squad trilogy, what? [Chorus: Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample)] Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you