DJ Clue - Fantastic Four lyrics

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 bitch gay y'all

Like Stacy, damn, she was eatin' Tracy's ass

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, nigga, wit 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

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), 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

Jumpin 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 & TS

Out wit the B.S.

We platinum, they even doubted Jesus