The Crack Attack Lyrics
| Song | The Crack Attack |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Album | Don Cartagena |
| Download | 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 |
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