Fantastic Four

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clue] Fantastic Four: Cam'ron, Pun, Nore, Canibus [Verse 1: Cam'ron] 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 realer now? I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile, tell you it's crack, then hand a vial [?], 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'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all Like Stacy Dash, she was eatin' Tracy ass at this other lady's pad To get it on I had to call up Desert Storm My cutthroats scar y'all, while you hope the Don fall But I'll come inside The Tunnel, nigga with 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 Keep two bones and two phones in each Rover We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin' Peace is all we asking, 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 jumping out a Lex Coupe With Jimmy Jones right next to me in the Benz Truck too [Verse 2: Big Pun] Fuck all y'all non-believers, I roll wit' God, the squad and T.S 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 the toast 'til you drown Ghost you and pound your corpse with a 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 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 MAC 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 [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] 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 [Verse 3: N.O.R.E.] 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'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 'mos 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 1st lady (Let's go half on a baby) Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets I sold 163 thou on my 1st week That means I got more fans than you, bigger plans than you We buy real coke, your grams is 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 ahead, boo" Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew Canibus, Cam'Ron and Punisher too And the beats usually done by Duro and Clue [Verse 4: Canibus] Who 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 Castle without McCormick I run through 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, pah 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 with more power than the horses they put in Porsches Can't be tested or f'ed with, I'm too reckless I chop off heads just to take the necklace The type of "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 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 or walk away without a black eye Word up, hops, Clueminat' call the cops And if the cops ain't tryna 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 [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue The Professional What's what?!