Dj Clue - Fantastic Four Lyrics
Dj clue: *with echo effect*Fantastic four: camron, pun, nore, canibusCamron:>you never hear that we buckleBeef? we chuckleScuffle over a game of pinochleAnything up on my money, man, I gotta see doubleUnless you want troubleOh, you realer now?Im the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecileCrack the hen rock style, give me the foulGirls grope then I smileThats when they fall cause they met my ballsRight after I played ballNo wash-up, no nothin. hear what I say yall?O.k. yall. ask aj yallIll turn the baddest ***** gay yallLike stacy, damn, she was eatin tracys assAt this other ladys padTo get it on I had to call up desert stormMy cut-throats scar yall, while you hope the don fallBut Ill come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paulYo, them niggas on the wall frontin, they aint no harm yallMy crewll break each shoulderIm that nigga they talk about on street soldiersCause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollersWe keep 2 bones and 2 phones in each roverWe all relaxed and any beef we over-reactinPeace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jacksonPlayin is called off, cause yall about to get hauled offYall all soft from smokin nicholi (/nicks), nigga, like volkofKnow what I mean yo? notice the cream growI fiend though, Ill come ***** up your whole town like el ninoIm the hottest nigga youve seen thoughJumpin outta lex coupeWith jimmy jones right next to me in the benz truck tooBig pun:>***** all yall non-believersI roll wit god, the squad & tsOut wit the b.s.We platinum, they even doubted jesusNiggas is 85%, Im 400 solidBrainbolic wit knowledge, *****-diesel scholarsHoldin it down, walkin around wit gold by the poundFrozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crownTalk of the townSoakin you down wit the toast til you drownGhost you and put your corpse in force thatll open the groundSave the jokes for the clownsIm on a serious tipYou keep playin and I get furious quickAnd now I take you for a walk in the ghettoEven spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devilI rep the borough that mothered this rap shitI used to clap shitNow I just lay back and mack on some mack shitI used to have to pack a mack in the back of the ac[ura]Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shackIts like that but dont think I wont counter actMy niggas is strapped and quick to lay a ***** on his backIm swift with the mack, quicker than kung fuWith the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongooseNoreaga:talk about huh? thats what we talk about thug shit ( 4xs )>now its a symphonyWithout me on it, it aint a symphonyMy crew shit on cats without tiffanyN-o-r-e, I just lace the heatI dont complain about the track, give me any beatI get hed in the wip on any streetI ***** wit clue, other cats is snakesIve been *****in with clue since he made 60 minute tapesWe copped mad bottles and crushed many grapesWe from the hood and they from the hoodThe difference is we get plaques, they go double woodTook the game right over at the time they couldThem niggas silly though, knowin nore lay pretty lowBut them niggas is [ho]mos like the maxwell videoI got 2 albums and 2 carsNow *****es on my dick cause of chico debargeThugged outs 1st lady (lets go half on a lady)Ya mother*****ers aint live, dont control the streetsI sold 163 thou[sand] on my 1st weekThat means I got more fans than youBigger plans than youWe buy real coke, your grams is blueAi yo, the president is like me, he smoke weed tooDont really like to *****, he just get hed tooStick a broom in your butt, tell you, go head booThugged out mother*****ers like the rest of the crewCanibus, camron and punisher tooAnd the beats are usually done by duro and clueCanibus:>who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?My mother*****in brain is ibm compatibleTechniques are foreignFar from being borinMy style is hard like cancer without mccormanI run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb itMy styles like aids cause dont nobody want itNiggas frontin like they hardBut Im a street fighter like jean claudeAnd Ill split your shit, godRight down the middlePlay you like a riddleI got a ***** for titties, I nibble on the nippleThen trespass on your property like monopolySubdue your crew and beat that ass properlyWelcome to the desert storm annual extravaganzaClue rolls deeper than the cart-rides on bonanzaI feed off weed, natural energy sourcesLyrics with more power than the horses they put in porchesCant be tested or fed witIm too recklessI chop off heads just to take the necklaceThe type of canibus (/cannabis) thats side-effectlessThe type of shit that get the question-mark man arrestedTake evasive actionFlip like reciprocal fractionsTurn the heat up on mcs to watch their meat blackenYou try get fly, you get electrified and fried***** around and get your mouth slapped dryYou could battle me and possibly surviveBut you could never see me and walk away without a black eyeWord up hop, clueminat call the copsAnd if the cops aint tryin to see me, then the cops call swatScar your whole squad with bullet scarsNo holds barredIll even hassle the national guardReady or not like the fugeesCrews be steppin to meBut I wipe em all out like bootyIm so unruly, the police dont say nothin to meIt dont matter whether they on or off dutyI murder you brutally when I spit at youMy actions are unforgivableLook at what clueminati did to youThe maximum lyricalNigga you minimalTheres a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for youMother*****er...clueminati 98Dj clue: *with echo effect*Dj cluethe professional
