Fantastic 4 - DJ Clue

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 b**ch gay y'all

Like stacy damn she was eatin' tracy's a**

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

Ni**a 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 ni**a they talk about on street soldiers

Cause my street soldiers are

Heat holders and w**d 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 ni**a like volkof

Know what I mean yo notice the cream grow

I fiend though

I'll come f**k up your whole town like el nino

I'm the hottest ni**a you've seen though

Jumpin outta lex coupe

With jimmy jones right next to me

In the benz truck too

F**k 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 sh*t

I used to clap sh*t

Now I just lay back and mack on some mack sh*t

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 b**ch 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 sh*t

Talk about huh

That's what we talk about thug sh*t

Talk about huh

That's what we talk about thug sh*t

Talk about huh

That's what we talk about thug sh*t

Now it's a symphony

Without me on it it ain't a symphony

My crew sh*t 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 f**k wit clue other cats is snakes

I've been f**kin' 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 b**ches on my dick cause of chico debarge

Thugged out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady)

Ya motherf**kers ain't live don't control the streets

I sold 163 thousand　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 w**d too

Don't really like to f**k he just get hed too

Stick a broom in your butt

Tell you go head boo

Thugged out motherf**kers 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 motherf**kin' 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 sh*t 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 a** properly

Welcome to the desert storm annual extravaganza

Clue rolls deeper than the cart-rides on bonanza

I feed off w**d 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 sh*t 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

F**k 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

Ni**a you minimal

There's a big hole in the desert

I told the men in blue to dig for you

Motherf**ker clueminati