Fat Joe
The Crack Attack
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| Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1 |
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Текст песни The Crack Attack
Yea, uhh
I bet you thought I left you hangin
Yea yea, 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, uhh
Yo it's the Don of rap, sippin Cognac, hit you on the back
with the Mac (CLAK CLAK) 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
I bet you thought I left you hangin
Yea yea, 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, uhh
Yo it's the Don of rap, sippin Cognac, hit you on the back
with the Mac (CLAK CLAK) 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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