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:    ¡­talk about huh? That's what we talk about thug shit ( 4x's )    >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 is [ho]mos 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 thou[sand] on 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    Canibus:    >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 (/cannabis) 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'    DJ Clue: *with echo effect*    Dj Clue¡­The Professional