The Crack Attack

Yeah, uh,

I bet you thought

I left you hangin'

Yeah yeah, yeah,

I bet you thought

I left you hangin'

Terror Squad again, long overdue baby

I I I bet you thought

I left you hangin

Don Cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop

J-J-Joe Crack returns bangin'

Yea, uh, yo it's the

Don of rap, sippin' cognac, hit you on the back

With the Mac 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 killin' somethin' when you was barely dumpin'

You ain't even nuttin' to worry about

I flurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house

Then I'm hurryin' out in the expedition, professional hit men

The vestibule shit from the credible disses

Federals is listenin' to my conversations, tapin' all the songs

I'm makin'

Shakin' down every ounce of my congregation

John Blazin', 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

Blow out a lot of brains,

I'm sayin', it's not a game

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Or the next rhyme

I write might be about you

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Uh, uh, yeah,

Joe Crack takin' a

L and make

Tone roll 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 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 willin' to leave you stiff

Fulfillin' my biggest wish, in this illegal shit

Quarter Maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriage

When my corpse is carried my moms'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 slippin' with your

Boo and started shootin' at you

Out of captivity, left

Relativity

Now we on the

Bigger Beat,

Terror Squad trilogy, what?

Take these words home and think it through

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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