[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

[Chorus: Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample)]

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

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Uh uh yeah

Joe Crack taking a L and make Tone roll over in his grave, never that

T.S. shatters dreams and discourage the brave, remember that

I been busting 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 willing to leave you stiff

Fulfilling my biggest wish, in this illegal shit

Quarter Maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriage

When my corpse is carried my mom'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 slipping with your boo and started shooting at you

Out of captivity left Relativity

Now we on the Bigger Beat, Terror Squad trilogy, what?

[Chorus: Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample)]

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