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[Featuring Cam'ron Big Pun Noreaga Canibus]
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DJ Clue: *with echo effect*
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Fantastic Four: Cam'ron Pun Nore Canibus
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Cam'ron:
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>You never hear that we buckle
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Beef? We chuckle
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Scuffle over a game of pinochle
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Anything up on my money man I gotta see double
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Unless you want trouble
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Oh you realer now?
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I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap put it on the imbecile
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Crack the Hen Rock style give me the foul
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Girls grope then I smile
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That's when they fall cause they met my balls
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Right after I played ball
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No wash-up, no nothin'. Hear what I say y'all?
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O.K. y'all. Ask AJ y'all
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I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all
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Like Stacy, damn, she was eatin' Tracy's ass
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At this other lady's pad
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To get it on I had to call up Desert Storm
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My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the Don fall
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But I'll come inside The Tunnel, nigga, wit Pope John Paul
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Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all
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My crew'll break each shoulder
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I'm that nigga they talk about on Street Soldiers
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Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
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We keep 2 bones and 2 phones in each Rover
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We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
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Peace to Lorey Actins, but I get buck wild like Corey Jackson
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Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off
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Y'all all soft from smokin Nicholi (/nicks), nigga, like Volkof
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Know what I mean yo? Notice the cream grow
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I fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like El Nino
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I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
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Jumpin outta Lex Coupe
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With Jimmy Jones right next to me in the Benz Truck too
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Big Pun:
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>Fuck all y'all non-believers
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I roll wit God, the squad & TS
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Out wit the B.S.
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We platinum, they even doubted Jesus
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Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
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Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
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Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
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Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown
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Talk of the town
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Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown
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Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground
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Save the jokes for the clowns
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I'm on a serious tip
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You keep playin' and I get furious quick
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And now I take you for a walk in the ghetto
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Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil
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I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
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I used to clap shit
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Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
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I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the Ac[ura]
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Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
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It's like that but don't think I won't counter act
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My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
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I'm swift with the mack, quicker than Kung Fu
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With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose
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Noreaga:
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talk about huh? That's what we talk about thug shit ( 4x's )
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>Now it's a symphony
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Without me on it, it ain't a symphony
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My crew shit on cats without Tiffany
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N-O-R-E, I just lace the heat
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I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
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I get hed in the wip on any street
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I fuck wit Clue, other cats is snakes
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I've been fuckin' with Clue since he made 60 minute tapes
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We copped mad bottles and crushed many grapes
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We from the hood and they from the hood
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The difference is we get plaques, they go double wood
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Took the game right over at the time they could
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Them niggas silly though, knowin' Nore lay pretty low
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But them niggas is [ho]mos like the Maxwell video
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I got 2 albums and 2 cars
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Now bitches on my dick cause of Chico DeBarge
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Thugged Out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady)
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Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets
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I sold 163 thou[sand] on my 1st week
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That means I got more fans than you
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Bigger plans than you
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We buy real coke, your grams is blue
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Ai yo, the President is like me, he smoke weed too
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Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed too
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Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, "go head boo"
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Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew
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Canibus, Cam'ron and Punisher too
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And the beats are usually done by Duro and Clue
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Canibus:
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>Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
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My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
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Techniques are foreign
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Far from be |