Dj Clue?
Dj Clue? - Fantastic Four lyrics
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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