Fantastic Four lyrics

Artist  : Dj Clue 
Song : Fantastic Four



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[Featuring Cam'ron Big Pun Noreaga Canibus]
DJ
Clue: *with echo effect*
Fantastic Four:
Cam'ron Pun Nore Canibus
Cam'ron:
>You
never hear that we buckle
Beef? We
chuckle
Scuffle over a game of
pinochle
Anything up on my money man I gotta
see double
Unless you want trouble
Oh you
realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of
soap put it on the imbecile
Crack the Hen Rock
style give me the foul
Girls grope then I
smile
That's when they fall cause they met my
balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up,
no nothin'. Hear what I say y'all?
O.K. y'all.
Ask AJ y'all
I'll turn the baddest bitch gay
y'all
Like Stacy, damn, she was eatin' Tracy's
ass
At this other lady's pad
To get it on I
had to call up Desert Storm
My cut-throats
scar y'all, while you hope the Don fall
But
I'll come inside The Tunnel, nigga, wit Pope John
Paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they
ain't no harm y'all
My crew'll break each
shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on
Street Soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are
heat holders and weed rollers
We keep 2 bones
and 2 phones in each Rover
We all relaxed and
any beef we over-reactin
Peace to Lorey
Actins, but I get buck wild like Corey
Jackson
Playin' is called off, cause y'all
about to get hauled off
Y'all all soft from
smokin Nicholi (/nicks), nigga, like
Volkof
Know what I mean yo? Notice the cream
grow
I fiend though, I'll come fuck up your
whole town like El Nino
I'm the hottest nigga
you've seen though
Jumpin outta Lex
Coupe
With Jimmy Jones right next to me in the
Benz Truck too
Big Pun:
>Fuck all y'all
non-believers
I roll wit God, the squad &
TS
Out wit the B.S.
We platinum, they even
doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400
solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel
scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit
gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond
bolders all in the crown
Talk of the
town
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you
drown
Ghost you and put your corpse in force
that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the
clowns
I'm on a serious tip
You keep playin'
and I get furious quick
And now I take you for
a walk in the ghetto
Even spark your metal and
get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the
borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to
clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some
mack shit
I used to have to pack a mack in the
back of the Ac[ura]
Now I relax and stack
platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that
but don't think I won't counter act
My niggas
is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his
back
I'm swift with the mack, quicker than
Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat and the
speed of a mongoose
Noreaga:
talk about
huh? That's what we talk about thug shit ( 4x's
)
>Now it's a symphony
Without me on it, it
ain't a symphony
My crew shit on cats without
Tiffany
N-O-R-E, I just lace the heat
I
don't complain about the track, give me any
beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I
fuck wit Clue, other cats is snakes
I've been
fuckin' with Clue since he made 60 minute
tapes
We copped mad bottles and crushed many
grapes
We from the hood and they from the
hood
The difference is we get plaques, they go
double wood
Took the game right over at the
time they could
Them niggas silly though,
knowin' Nore lay pretty low
But them niggas is
[ho]mos like the Maxwell video
I got 2 albums
and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of
Chico DeBarge
Thugged Out's 1st lady (let's go
half on a lady)
Ya motherfuckers ain't live,
don't control the streets
I sold 163
thou[sand] on my 1st week
That means I got
more fans than you
Bigger plans than you
We
buy real coke, your grams is blue
Ai yo, the
President is like me, he smoke weed too
Don't
really like to fuck, he just get hed too
Stick
a broom in your butt, tell you, "go head
boo"
Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest
of the crew
Canibus, Cam'ron and Punisher
too
And the beats are usually done by Duro and
Clue
Canibus:
>Who in the hell wanna battle,
the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is
IBM compatible
Techniques are foreign
Far
from being borin'
My style is hard like cancer
without McCorman
I run threw your crew like the
flu when I bomb it
My styles like AIDS cause
don't nobody want it
Niggas frontin' like they
hard
But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean
Claude
And I'll split your shit, god
Right
down the middle
Play you like a riddle
I
got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the
nipple
Then trespass on your property like
Monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that ass
properly
Welcome to the Desert Storm annual
extravaganza
Clue rolls deeper than the
cart-rides on Bonanza
I feed off weed, natural
energy sources
Lyrics with more power than the
horses they put in Porches
Can't be tested or
F'ed wit
I'm too reckless
I chop off heads
just to take the necklace
The type of Canibus
(/cannabis) that's side-effectless
The type of
shit that get the Question-mark Man
arrested
Take evasive action
Flip like
reciprocal fractions
Turn the heat up on MCs
to watch their meat blacken
You try get fly,
you get electrified and fried
Fuck around and
get your mouth slapped dry
You could battle me
and possibly survive
But you could never see me
and walk away without a black eye
Word up hop,
CLUEminat call the cops
And if the cops ain't
tryin' to see me, then the cops call SWAT
Scar
your whole squad with bullet scars
No holds
barred
I'll even hassle the National
Guard
Ready or not like the Fugees
Crews be
steppin' to me
But I wipe em' all out like
booty
I'm so unruly, the police don't say
nothin' to me
It don't matter whether they on
or off duty
I murder you brutally when I spit
at you
My actions are unforgivable
Look at
what CLUEminati did to you
The maximum
lyrical
Nigga you minimal
There's a big
hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig
for
you
Motherfucker...CLUEminati 98'
DJ
Clue: *with echo effect*
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Professional