Yeauhh

"i bet you thought I left you hangin"

Yea yeayeah

"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 cartagenabring you the best in hardcore hip-hop

"j-j-joe crack returns bangin"



Yeauhh

Yo it's the don of rapsippin cognachit 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 viewwho 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 mouthwith about thirty right in front of your house

Then I'm hurryin out in the expeditionprofessional hit men

The vestibule shit from the credible disses

Federals is listenin to my conversationstapin all the songs I'm makin

Shakin down every ounce of my congregation

John blazinraisin the stakeschangin your fate

Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face

Make no mistakethat's how I do my thing

Blow out a lot of brainsI'm sayinit'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)



Uhhuhhyea

Joe crack takin a l and make tone roll over in his gravenever that

T.s. got his dreams and discourage the braveremember 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 riffwithout havin to split phillies and sniff

And willies who shift jobs from chili willin to leave you stiff

Fulfillin my biggest wishin this illegal shit

Quarter maris stay slugger with karatsnever offered marriage

When my corpse is carried my moms'll get all my cabbage

Terror squad is savagedraped in the finest of fabrics

Floss like it's a habiteight shot up in my louis baggage

You knew we knew we had youlay half your crew in gravel

Caught you slippin with your boo and started shootin at you

Out of captivityleft relativity

Now we on the big-ger beatterror squad trilogywhat? 



"take these words home and think it through

Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" -- mobb deep

(repeat 8x)