Fantastic 4

(Cam'ron, Pun, Nore, Canibus) yo, come on mehn, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

You never hear that we buckle, beef?

We chuckle, scuffle over a game of pinochle

Anything I put my money in, got to see double

Unless y'all wanna see trouble

You ran a mile

I'm the type to cut a piece of soap, put it on the imbecile

Tell you it's crack, then hand a vial

Came with a pal, girls grope then I smile

That's when they fall, 'cause they lick my balls

Right after I play ball

No wash up, no nothin', hear what I say, y'all?

Okay, y'all, ask AJ, y'all

I'm the baddest bitch to scare y'all

Like Stacey Dash, he was eatin' Tracy ass

At this other lady pad

To get it on, I had to call up Desert Storm

But cutthroats call y'all, while y'all hope the dawn fall

But I come inside the tunnel, nigga, with Pope John Paul

Yo, them niggas on the wrong front

They ain't no harm, y'all

'Cause my crew'll break each shoulder

I'm that nigga that talk about no street soldiers

'Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers

Keep two bones and two phones in each Rover

We all relax, and any beef, it's all reactin'

Peace is all reaction, but I get buckwild like Corey Jackson

Playas called off, 'cause y'all niggas got to get hauled off

Y'all all soft, smokin' Nicholai, nigga like Volkoff

Know what I mean, yo?

Long as the C.R.E.A.M. grow, I fiend though

I come fuck up your whole town like El Niño

I'm the hottest nigga you seen, yo

Jumpin' outta Lex too

With Jimmy Jones right next to me in a Benz sweatsuit

Fuck all y'all non-believers

I roll with God, the Squad and TS

Out with the BS

We platinum, they even doubted Jesus

Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid

Brain brolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars

Holdin' it down

Walkin' around with gold by the pound

Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown

Talk of the town, soakin' you down with toast 'til you drown

Ghost you and burn your corpse with the 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 I'll take you for a walk through the ghetto

Either spark your metal

Or 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 MAC in back of the Ac'

Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack

It's like that

But don't think I won't counteract

My niggas is strapped

And quick to lay a bitch on his back

I'm swift with the MAC, quicker than kung fu

With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose

Talk about, huh? That's what we talk about, thug shit

Talk about, huh? That's what we talk about, thug shit

Talk about, huh? That's what we talk about, thug shit

Talk about, huh? That's what we talk about, thug shit

Now, what's a symphony without me on it? It ain't a symphony

My jewels 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 head in the whip on any street

I fuck with Clue, other cats is snakes

I 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 that go double wood

We took the game right over at the time they could

Them niggas silly though

Knowin' Nore lay pretty low

But them niggas is moles

Just like the Maxwell video

I got two albums and two cars

And now bitches on my dick 'cause of Chico DeBarge

Thugged Out's first lady (Let's go have fun, baby)

Them motherfuckers ain't live, though they told the streets

I sold a hundred sixty-three thou' on my first week

That mean I got more fans than you, bigger plans than you

We buy real coke, hit grams of blue

Ayo, the president is like me, he smoke weed too

Don't really like to fuck, he just get head too

Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, "Go 'head, boo"

Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew

Cannabis, Cam'Ron and Punisher too

And the beats usually done by Duro and Clue

Who the hell wanna battle the ill mathematical?

My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible

Techniques are foreign, far from bein' borin'

My style is hard like Castle without McCormick

I run through your crew like the flu when I vomit

My style's 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, pa

Right down the middle, play you like a fiddle

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

Crew rolls deeper than the Cartwrights on Bonanza

I feed off weed, natural energy sources

Lyrics are more power than the horses they put in Porsches

Can't be tested or effed with, I'm too reckless

I chop off heads just to take the necklace

The type of Cannabis that's side effect-less

The type of shit to get the Question Mark Man arrested

Take evasive action, flip like reciprocal fractions

Turn the heat up on MC's to watch they meat blacken

You try to get fly, you get electrified

And fried, and 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, hops, Clueminati call the cops

And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, 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

The Professional

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