[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah uh
"I bet you thought I left you hanging"
Yeah yeah yeah
"I bet you thought I left you hanging"
Terror Squad again.. long overdue baby
"I-I-I bet you thought I left you hanging"
Don Cartagena, bringing you the best in hardcore hip-hop
"J-J-Joe Crack returns banging"
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh
Yo it's the Don of rap, sipping Cognac, hit you on the back
With the MAC (Clack, clack) 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 envy of jealous ones
You could tell it's on from my introduction
I been in conjunction with killing something when you was barely dumping
You ain't even nuttin' to worry about
I flurry your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house
Then I'm hurrying out in the expedition, professional hit men
Investible shit from incredible distance
Federals is listening to my conversations, taping all the songs I'm making
Shaking down every ounce of my congregation
John Blazing, raising the stakes, changing 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 saying it's not a game
Yeah uh
"I bet you thought I left you hanging"
Yeah yeah yeah
"I bet you thought I left you hanging"
Terror Squad again.. long overdue baby
"I-I-I bet you thought I left you hanging"
Don Cartagena, bringing you the best in hardcore hip-hop
"J-J-Joe Crack returns banging"
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh
Yo it's the Don of rap, sipping Cognac, hit you on the back
With the MAC (Clack, clack) 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 envy of jealous ones
You could tell it's on from my introduction
I been in conjunction with killing something when you was barely dumping
You ain't even nuttin' to worry about
I flurry your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house
Then I'm hurrying out in the expedition, professional hit men
Investible shit from incredible distance
Federals is listening to my conversations, taping all the songs I'm making
Shaking down every ounce of my congregation
John Blazing, raising the stakes, changing 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 saying it's not a game
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