歌曲 | The Crack Attack |
歌手 | Fat Joe |
专辑 | Don Cartagena |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cartagena, Lewis | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 |
zuo ci : Cartagena, Lewis | |
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 hiphop | |
JJJoe 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 | |
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 | |
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 fiftyfifth | |
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 | |
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 |
zuò cí : Cartagena, Lewis | |
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 hiphop | |
JJJoe 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 | |
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 | |
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 fiftyfifth | |
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 | |
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 |