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Текст песни DJ Clue f Big Pun, Cam`Ron, Canibus, Nor - Fantastic Four

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[DJ Clue: with echo effect]Fantastic Four: Cam`ron, Pun, Nore, Canibus [Cam`Ron]You never hear that we buckle; beef? We chuckleScuffle over a game of pinochle Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see doubleUnless you want troubleOh, 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 foulGirls grope then I smileThat`s when they fall cause they met my ballsRight after I played ballNo 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`allLike Stacy, damn, she was eatin` Tracy`s assAt this other lady`s padTo get it on I had to call up Desert StormMy cut-throats scar y`all, while you hope the Don fallBut I`ll come inside The Tunnel, nigga, wit Pope John PaulYo, them niggas on the wall frontin`, they ain`t no harm y`allMy crew`ll break each shoulderI`m 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 y`all about to get hauled offY`all all soft from smokin Nicholi (/nicks), nigga, like VolkofKnow what I mean yo? Notice the cream growI fiend though, I`ll come fuck up your whole town like El Nino I`m the hottest nigga you`ve seen thoughJumpin 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 and T.S.Out wit the BS; we platinum, they even doubted JesusNiggas is 85%, I`m 400 solidBrainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholarsHoldin it down, walkin around with gold by the poundFrozen and drownin with diamond boulders all in the crownTalk of the town, soakin you down with the toast `til you drownGhost you and pound your corpse with a force that`ll open the groundSave the jokes for the clowns, I`m on a serious tipYou keep playin and I get furious quickAnd now I take you for a walk through the ghettoEither spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devilI rep the borough that mothered this rap shitI used to clap shit, now 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 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 backI`m swift with the mack, quicker than Kung FuWith 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 symphonyMy crew shit on cats without TiffanyN-O-R-E, I just lace the heatI don`t complain about the track, give me any beat I get hed in the wip on any streetI fuck wit Clue, other cats is snakesI`ve been fuckin` 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 bitches on my dick cause of Chico DeBargeThugged Out`s 1st lady (let`s go half on a lady)Ya motherfuckers ain`t live, don`t 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 tooDon`t really like to fuck, he just get hed tooStick a broom in your butt, tell you, "go head boo" Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest of the crewCanibus, Cam`Ron and Punisher tooAnd the beats are usually done by Duro and Clue[Canibus]Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?My motherfuckin` brain is IBM compatibleTechniques are foreign, far 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 don`t nobody want itNiggas frontin` like they hard But I`m a Street Fighter like Jean ClaudeAnd I`ll split your shit, godRight down the middlePlay you like a riddleI got a fetish 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 PorschesCan`t be tested or F`ed wit, I`m too recklessI chop off heads just to take the necklaceThe type of Canibus (/cannabis) that`s 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 Fuck 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 ain`t tryin` to see me, then the cops call SWATScar your whole squad with bullet scarsNo holds barredI`ll even hassle the National GuardReady or not like the FugeesCrews be steppin` to meBut I wipe em` all out like bootyI`m so unruly, the police don`t say nothin` to meIt don`t 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 lyrical, nigga you minimalThere`s a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for you Motherfucker... CLUEminati ninety-eight[DJ Clue: with echo effect]DJ Clue... The Professional

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