Lyrics Mr. Fantastic (feat. FMF Mike P.) - Fatha Ferg
I'm
the
realist
nigga
outta
Buffalo
since
McDoo
Walk
up
on
me
and
I'll
show
you
what
that
mac
a
do
Load
it,
cock
it,
bang
it
on
u
like
Shaq
would
do
Put
a
hole
in
yo
ass,
I
see
right
thru
you
Put
a
couple
in
yo
casket
cause
it
ain't
no
sequel
Got
you
blowing
in
the
wind
like
nigga
I
feel
you
Had
him
lookin
like
a
peppermint
under
dem
white
covers
Leakin
next
to
his
mans
you
can
call
them
blood
brothers
Slappin
niggaz
up,
even
tho
the
friendship
a
lie
Carrying
a
big
10,
before
I
buck
his
eye
You
Bitch
ass
nigga,
you
a
pussy
motherfucker
You
ain't
nutin
in
this
world,
even
wit
a
rubber
I
pac
12
Trojans
cause
i'm
banging
it
lik
DeRozan
His
girl,
I
wrapped
her
so
I
can
spur
the
moment
Nigga
was
actin
tough
cause
he
build
lik
Tyson
I
paid
400
for
this
glock
and
he
think
we
fightin
Cause
he
thought
he
was
slick
Thought
he
was
fuckin
wit
a
bitch
So
I
let
a
nigga
have
it
til
I
had
empty
clip
I'm
the
1 lik
Neo
So
sick
lik
Neyo
Personality
like
a
trio
Run
my
jungle
lik
a
Leo
Ain't
no
wrestler,
but
I'm
ready
to
rumple
Block
shots
lik
Mutombo
Niggas
say,
uh
oh
(UH
OH)
Cause
when
Ferg
come
around
they
know
that
it's
trouble
Mike
got
the
pistol
and
im
coming
wit
the
shovel
Nigga's
just
blastin,
air
niggaz
gaspin
Niggas
just
not
eatin,
You'll
think
niggas
was
fasting
Tryin
to
flip
that
money
man
like
gymnastic
Niggas
will
disappear,
getin
more
bricks
then
the
thing
Sumthin
lik
the
torch,
got
that
fire
by
any
means
Niggas
is
doom,
if
you
dont
got
the
ratchet
Tryin
to
make
that
money
stretch,
Mr.
Fantastic
Tryin
to
make
that
money
stretch,
Mr.
Fantastic
Ok,
now
imma
make
the
money
stack
if
i
lose
it,
get
it
back
Ridin
with
some
killers
say
my
name
and
they
gon
get
you
whacked
I
ain't
with
the
disrespect,
talking
out
your
fucking
neck
I
pull
the
strap,
you
think
the
shit
a
game
watch
how
i
play
with
that
I
heat
up
like
a
heater,
bet
your
girl
like
my
demeanor
I'm
that
nigga,
she
a
eater
why
she
all
up
on
my
penis
Get
ya
feature,
i'm
the
goat
like
this
'08
and
i
am
weezy
niggas
copy,
wanna
be
me
egos
growing
off
the
meter
And
i
can
never
cuff
a
skeezer
i
just
beat
it
then
i
leave
her
Shawty
feening
throw
it
back
and
imma
catch
it
wide
receiver
Damn
i'm
cold
like
my
neck
and
wrist
i'm
a
walking
freezer
Ion
want
her
i
just
fuck
her
take
her
back
man
can
keep
her
She
like
to
lick
my
lollipop
I
take
the
girl
to
candy
lane
Choppa
bullets
big
so
imma
spray
and
i
ain't
gotta
aim
Hottest
in
my
city
give
em
time
and
they
gon
know
my
name
I'm
cut
from
a
different
cloth
so
me
and
you
are
not
the
same
She
say
she
went
to
Spelman
well
i
let
lil
mama
give
me
brain
FMF
the
family
nigga
way
more
than
a
fuckin
gang
I
was
born
a
gangsta
im
a
real
nigga
i
never
change
I
just
want
the
money
ion
give
a
fuck
about
the
fame
Paranoid
so
i'm
riding
dolo
when
i'm
in
the
coop
Just
me
and
my
glock
so
if
you
reach
wrong
nigga
imma
shoot
Niggas
know
i'm
spitting
fire
always
when
im
in
the
booth
Undefeated
I'm
a
winner
all
my
niggas
winners
too
Nigga's
just
blastin,
air
niggaz
gaspin
Niggas
just
not
eatin,
You'll
think
niggaz
was
fasting
Tryin
to
flip
that
money
man
like
gymnastic
Niggaz
will
disappear,
getin
more
bricks
then
the
thing
Sumthin
lik
the
torch,
got
that
fire
by
any
means
Niggas
is
doom,
if
you
don't
got
da
ratchet
Tryin
to
make
that
money
stretch,
Mr.
Fantastic
Tryin
to
make
that
money
stretch,
Mr.
Fantastic
I'm
from
a
city
where
the
beast
pray
over
the
weak
I'm
apart
of
the
streets,
B-Lo
where
is
I
creep
The
hustle
and
the
muscle
comes
off
naturally
You'll
get
tagged
and
body
bagged
if
you
think
shit
sweet
And
these
bitches
still
burning
but
these
niggas
ain't
learnin'
If
your
grind
ain't
strong
these
boys
will
catch
that
ass
lurkin'
Wet
you
like
you
Surfing
Dive
on
board
or
b
left
squirmin
Gun
is
a
dick
that'll
leave
u
pussy
niggas
squirtin
Niggas
swear
they
solid
til
they
gun
jam
and
shit
Ice
is
solid
too
until
you
put
some
heat
to
that
bitch
Prayin
to
god
cause
his
life
support
is
about
to
fail
Walked
in
a
church
wit
a
bat
man,
made
them
Christians
bail
Ford
vs
Ferrari,
wit
me
you
can't
tell
The
difference,
Im
speeding
on
my
way
to
hell
Im
a
paper
chaser,
wit
a
perfect
aimer
Blow
your
forehead
off
yea
I
call
that
mind
easer
Niggas
just
blastin,
air
niggas
gaspin
Niggas
just
not
eatin,
you'll
think
niggas
was
fastin
Tryin
to
flip
that
money
man
like
a
gymnastic
Niggas
will
disappear,
getin
more
bricks
then
the
thing
Sumthin
like
the
torch,
got
that
fire
by
any
means
Niggas
iz
doom,
if
you
dnt
got
the
ratchet
Tryin
to
make
that
money
stretch,
Mr.
Fantastic
Tryin
to
make
that
money
stretch
Mr.
fantastic
Mr.
Fantastic
Mr.
Fantastic
Mr.
Fantastic
Mr.
Fantastic
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