Fantastic 4

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 two bones and two 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 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 Fuck all y'all non-believers I roll wit god, the squad and 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 acura 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 ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit 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 ishomos 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 thousandon 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 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 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'