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Fat Joe

Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper, CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad. more »

Year:

1998

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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 
"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 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 Big-ger Beat, Terror Squad trilogy, what? 
"Take these words home and think it through 
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" -- Mobb Deep 
(repeat 8X)

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