Then I'm hurryin' out in the expedition, professional hit men
Floss like it's a habit, eight shot up in my Louis baggage
Take these words home and think it through
You knew we knew we had you, lay half your crew in gravel
Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face
The vestibule shit from the credible disses
Take these words home and think it through
I flurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house
Take these words home and think it through
Take these words home and think it through
You could tell it's on from my introduction
You ain't even nuttin' to worry about
Take these words home and think it through
When my corpse is carried my moms'll get all my cabbage
And Willies who shift jobs from Chili willin' to leave you stiff
Caught you slippin' with your Boo and started shootin' at you
Take these words home and think it through
Don Cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop
Uh, uh, yeah, Joe Crack takin' a L and make
Terror Squad again, long overdue baby
I I I bet you thought I left you hangin
Take these words home and think it through
Where killers riff, without havin' to split Phillies and sniff
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Take these words home and think it through
With the Mac slip you into cardiac
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
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Varsity sweaters with big letters black
Quarter Maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriage
John Blazin', raisin' the stakes, changin' your fate
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Fulfillin' my biggest wish, in this illegal shit
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Make no mistake, that's how I do my thing
Take these words home and think it through
Hibernate the junction with killin' somethin' when you was barely dumpin'
Now we on the Bigger Beat, Terror Squad trilogy, what?
Terror Squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabrics
It's the art of rap at the illest form
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Yea, uh, yo it's the Don of rap, sippin' cognac, hit you on the back
Take these words home and think it through
Take these words home and think it through
Shakin' down every ounce of my congregation
J-J-Joe Crack returns bangin'
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Pushin' the illest whips down fifty-fifth
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
From a killer's point of view, who thrives off the area jealous ones
I been bustin' guns since the infamous days of leather hats
Federals is listenin' to my conversations, tapin' all the songs I'm makin'
Tone roll over in his grave, never that
Out of captivity, left Relativity
T.S. got his dreams and discourage the brave, remember that
