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    Текст песни Dj Clue - Fantastic Four Pt. 2

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    (feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)
    [Nature]
    Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's
    gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez
    Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest
    I never cool off
    Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft
    Snatch channels like I'm Disney
    half grizzlie unexplain
    when niggas see me they duck
    hoppin i pass quickley
    Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted
    they know exactly when a niggas famous
    or livin dangerous
    The kid got a glow like i just came home
    try to dull me
    niggas that owe be hiding from me
    Changin their names
    screenin their calls
    the dreamcast in the crib
    never leavin at all
    Playin NBA 2K for two days straight
    fifty dollas a game
    ket me polish my gain
    Withdrawin at the bank
    never deposit a thing
    yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang
    [Cam'ron]
    Back in the day we was slave
    whips and chains
    its tradition
    all i got whips and chains
    All i did
    flip some cane
    now a nigga sick of the range
    only a new six could fix the pain
    Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins
    Milton Bradley wanna get my game
    5-0 wanna frisk my frame
    I dont deal wit cheap blow
    when i shoot no block
    sort of like a free throw
    Cant miss
    and one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss
    got me itchin like its dandrif
    you gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch
    im a stomp you stab you
    look at you you dam bitch
    Ya love I would dumb back out
    everybody like "killa
    when u come back out," Listen
    I like rap
    routine had to stop
    met a new connect got it 18 a whop
    Cops on payroll every block got blow
    we fight every night
    reunite then pop Mo
    Thats how it is when you deal wit me
    and I dont feel tv
    only real tv
    Real money real gats real cats real girls
    MTV I'll show you the real world
    Cats run up on you
    splater your white eyes
    thats only to make saturday night live
    Lookin for a casket got the right size
    wanna bake a cake i got the right pies
    Crashed up the four
    but now the right five
    lookin for beef you found the right guys
    Old folk say "cam stop ur route
    why you gotta get the guns
    just box it out"
    Listen that there is trife
    only fightin is the doctor
    and thats for your life
    As for your wife
    took her out just to tour town
    bench press for what
    I lift four pounds
    Tear up your car
    all four doors down
    cats wanna box
    well heres four more rounds
    [Styles]
    Yo,
    Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice
    I'ma smack you yap you and murder you
    Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this
    and you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch
    Lets get straight to the point
    aint a nigga better than me
    im agrivated and im fed to the T
    If I gotta do joints
    and im sittin for five
    when you remeniss about me
    say the nigga was live
    I got twelve arm robberies pendin
    a dope charge, a gun charge
    hard to see holiday bendin
    Wit a brand new case
    twenty niggas, the ride
    a spot OT
    and some brand new base
    Why say names
    you could get who ever you know
    I got the gun cocked
    ready to blow
    Dont compare his rhymes to mines
    mines is real
    and his is just words and lines
    [Sheek]
    Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas
    Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese
    Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's
    and you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe
    How you wanna do this shit
    like the quick and the dead
    so i could cock back
    empty out the back of your head
    Do a drive-by go head
    Im quick wit the heater
    I shoot threw you
    your car
    and threw the parkin meter
    [Jadakiss]
    Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you
    Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun
    Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court
    I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts
    Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there
    wit a funny smell like gun powder colon
    Listen everythings about the kiss
    the new dope out
    sky blue CL 6
    wit the new poke outs
    Tired of the speculation faggit
    everything is real here
    ya aint gonna get wreck on jason
    Hold down the fort
    could never be baught
    so I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin
    Rather start gunnin
    cause soon as you start chasin the money
    thats when the money start runnin
    I drive by in a car service
    hope out wit mad nigga
    pull my phone out
    like ya nervous
    [Fabolous]
    Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches
    wit kay's of the cane
    leave strays sittin inches
    away from your brain
    In them grey kitted benzes
    I sway threw the lanes
    now the nay's just sit and flinches
    when they see the chain
    Ya might not never come out
    my verses get heard
    I'm a hustler
    I dont sleep from the first to the third
    Take the ???? to Cali
    but the shots go quickly
    put red spots on your neck
    and they not no hickeys
    The truck still got those micky's
    and dont even pass it my way
    if its not no sticky
    No matter where Im at
    I pop regaurdless
    cause I get knocked I cut a check
    ya gone drop the charges
    Put three holes in head
    make em look like bowlin balls
    Come threw in spring
    wit nikes that dont get sold till fall
    So I could hardly care
    cause the only way I see time behind bars
    if its a cartier
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