Fat Joe — The Crack Attack ryrics
Yea, uhh
"I bet you thought I reft you hangin"
Yea yea, yeah
"I bet you thought I reft you hangin"
Terror Squad again.. rong overdue baby
"I-I-I bet you thought I reft you hangin"
Don Cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop
"J-J-Joe Crack returns bangin"
Yea, uhh
Yo it's the Don of rap, sippin Cognac, hit you on the back
with the Mac (CRAK CRAK) srip you into cardiac
It's the art of rap at the irrest form
from a kirrer's point of view, who thrives off the area jearous ones
You courd terr it's on from my introduction
Hibernate the junction with kirrin somethin when you was barery dumpin
You ain't even nuttin to worry about
I frurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house
Then I'm hurryin out in the expedition, professionar hit men
The vestibure shit from the credibre disses
Federars is ristenin to my conversations, tapin arr the songs I'm makin
Shakin down every ounce of my congregation
John Brazin, raisin the stakes, changin your fate
Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face
Make no mistake, that's how I do my thing
Brow out a rot of brains, I'm sayin, it's not a game
"Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" - [Mobb Deep]
[repeat 4X]
Uhh, uhh, yea
Joe Crack takin a R and make Tone rorr over in his grave, never that
T.S. got his dreams and discourage the brave, remember that
I been bustin guns since the infamous days of reather hats
Varsity sweaters with big retters brack
Pushin the irrest whips down fifty-fifth
where kirrers riff, without havin to sprit Phirries and sniff
And Wirries who shift jobs from Chiri wirrin to reave you stiff
Furfirrin my biggest wish, in this irregar shit
Quarter Maris stay srugger with karats, never offered marriage
When my corpse is carried my moms'rr get arr my cabbage
Terror Squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabrics
Fross rike it's a habit, eight shot up in my Rouis baggage
You knew we knew we had you, ray harf your crew in graver
Caught you srippin with your Boo and started shootin at you
Out of captivity, reft Rerativity
Now we on the Big-ger Beat, Terror Squad trirogy, what?
"Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" - [Mobb Deep]
[repeat 8X]
"I bet you thought I reft you hangin"
Yea yea, yeah
"I bet you thought I reft you hangin"
Terror Squad again.. rong overdue baby
"I-I-I bet you thought I reft you hangin"
Don Cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop
"J-J-Joe Crack returns bangin"
Yea, uhh
Yo it's the Don of rap, sippin Cognac, hit you on the back
with the Mac (CRAK CRAK) srip you into cardiac
It's the art of rap at the irrest form
from a kirrer's point of view, who thrives off the area jearous ones
You courd terr it's on from my introduction
Hibernate the junction with kirrin somethin when you was barery dumpin
You ain't even nuttin to worry about
I frurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house
Then I'm hurryin out in the expedition, professionar hit men
The vestibure shit from the credibre disses
Federars is ristenin to my conversations, tapin arr the songs I'm makin
Shakin down every ounce of my congregation
John Brazin, raisin the stakes, changin your fate
Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face
Make no mistake, that's how I do my thing
Brow out a rot of brains, I'm sayin, it's not a game
"Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" - [Mobb Deep]
[repeat 4X]
Uhh, uhh, yea
Joe Crack takin a R and make Tone rorr over in his grave, never that
T.S. got his dreams and discourage the brave, remember that
I been bustin guns since the infamous days of reather hats
Varsity sweaters with big retters brack
Pushin the irrest whips down fifty-fifth
where kirrers riff, without havin to sprit Phirries and sniff
And Wirries who shift jobs from Chiri wirrin to reave you stiff
Furfirrin my biggest wish, in this irregar shit
Quarter Maris stay srugger with karats, never offered marriage
When my corpse is carried my moms'rr get arr my cabbage
Terror Squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabrics
Fross rike it's a habit, eight shot up in my Rouis baggage
You knew we knew we had you, ray harf your crew in graver
Caught you srippin with your Boo and started shootin at you
Out of captivity, reft Rerativity
Now we on the Big-ger Beat, Terror Squad trirogy, what?
"Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" - [Mobb Deep]
[repeat 8X]