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DJ CLUE : Fantastic Four lyrics

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DJ CLUE lyrics : "Fantastic Four"

(feat. Big Pun, Cam'Ron, Canibus, Noreaga)

[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 (*##$ gay y'all
Like Stacy, damn, she was eatin' Tracy's $$#
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, ^!$$%, wit Pope John Paul

Yo, them ^!$$%s on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that ^!$$% 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), ^!$$%, like Volkof

Know what I mean yo? Notice the cream grow
I fiend though, I'll come $#&@ up your whole town like El Nino
I'm the hottest ^!$$% you've seen though

Jumpin outta Lex Coupe
With Jimmy Jones right next to me in the Benz Truck too


[Big Pun]
$#&@ all y'all non-believers, I roll wit God, the squad and T.S.
Out wit the BS; we platinum, they even doubted Jesus

^!$$%s is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, @@#!-diesel scholars
Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound

Frozen and drownin 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 %#@!
I used to clap %#@!, now I just lay back and mack on some mack %#@!

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 ^!$$%s is strapped and quick to lay a (*##$ 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 %#@! [x4]


Now it's a symphony, without me on it, it ain't a symphony
My crew %#@! 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 $#&@ wit Clue, other cats is snakes
I've been $#&@in' 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 ^!$$%s silly though, knowin' Nore lay pretty low
But them ^!$$%s is [ho]mos like the Maxwell video
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now (*##$es on my dick cause of Chico DeBarge
Thugged Out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady)

Ya mother$#&@ers 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 !@%!e, your grams is blue

Ai yo, the President is like me, he smoke weed too
Don't really like to $#&@, he just get hed too
Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, "go head boo"
Thugged Out mother$#&@ers 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 mother$#&@in' 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
^!$$%s frontin' like they hard
But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude

And I'll split your %#@!, god
Right down the middle
Play you like a riddle
I got a fetish for !@%$, I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property like Monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that $$# 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 Porsches
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 %#@! 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
$#&@ 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, ^!$$% you minimal

There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for you

Mother$#&@er... CLUEminati ninety-eight

[DJ Clue: with echo effect]
DJ Clue... The Professional

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