Fantastic Four

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: