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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Roc-A-Fella Records, LLC

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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