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[Featuring Cam'ron  Big Pun  Noreaga  Canibus] 
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 
Niggas is 85\%, I'm 400 solid 
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars 
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound 
Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown 
Talk of the town 
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown 
Ghost you and put your corpse in 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 in the ghetto 
Even spark your metal and 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 mack shit 
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 niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch 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 shit ( 4x's ) 
>Now it's a symphony 
Without me on it, it ain't a symphony 
My crew 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 hed in the wip on any street 
I fuck wit 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 [ho]mos like the Maxwell video 
I got 2 albums and 2 cars 
Now bitches on my dick cause of Chico DeBarge 
Thugged Out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady) 
Ya motherfuckers 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 coke, your grams is blue 
Ai yo, the President is like me, he smoke weed too 
Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed too 
Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, "go head boo" 
Thugged Out motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin' 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 
Niggas frontin' like they hard 
But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude 
And I'll split your shit, god 
Right down the middle 
Play you like a riddle 
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 
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 Porches 
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 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 get fly, you get electrified and fried 
Fuck 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 
Nigga you minimal 
There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for 
you 
Motherfucker...CLUEminati 98' 
DJ Clue: *with echo effect* 
Dj ClueThe Professional

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