paroles de chanson Fantastic Four, Part 2 - Nature , Cam’ron , DJ Clue? feat. Mase, Foxy Brown, Fabulous Sport , Fabolous , The Lox

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[Incomprehensible], Nature, Cam'Ron, LOX, Fabolous
Yeah yo, yeah yo, peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's
Gettin' more press then Elien Gonzalez
Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest, I never cool off
Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft
Snatch channels like I'm Disney half grizzlie unexplain
When niggas see me they duck hoppin' I pass quickly
Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted
They know exactly when a niggas famous or livin' dangerous
The kid got a glow like I just came home
Try to dull me niggas that owe be hiding from me
Changin' their names, screenin' their calls
The dream cast in the crib never leavin' at all
Playin' NBA 2K for two days straight
Fifty dollars a game let me polish my gain
Withdrawin' at the bank never deposit a thing
Yo, I gotta make a dollar wit slang
Yo, back in the day we was slave whips and chains
It's tradition all I got whips and chains
All I did flip some cane
Now a nigga sick of the range only a new six could fix the pain
Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins
Milton Bradley wanna get my game
5-0 wanna frisk my frame, I don't deal wit cheap blow
When I shoot no block sort of like a free throw
Can't miss and one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss
Got me itchin' like it's dandrif
You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch
I'm a stomp you stab you look at you you dam bitch
Ya love I would dumb back out
Everybody like killa when you come back out
Listen I like rap
Routine had to stop met a new connect got it 18 a whop
Cops on payroll every block got blow
We fight every night reunite then pop Mo
That's how it is when you deal wit me
And I don't feel TV only real TV
Real money real gats real cats real girls
MTV I'll show you the real world
Cats run up on you splatter your white eyes
That's only to make Saturday night live
Lookin' for a casket got the right size
Wanna bake a cake I got the right pies
Crashed up the four now the right five
Lookin' for beef you found the right guys
Old folk say, "Cam stop your route
Why you gotta get the guns just box it out"
Listen that there is trife only fightin' is the doctor
That's for your life
As for your wife took her out just to tour town
Bench press for what lift four pounds
Tear up your car all four doors down
Cats wanna box well heres four more rounds
Yo, keep talkin' 'bout convertibles and your ice
I'ma smack you yap you and murder you
Keep talkin' 'bout your dawgs is this
And you leavin' out the part that your dawgs is bitch
Let's get straight to the point, ain't a nigga better than me
I'm aggravated and I'm fed to the T
If I gotta do joints and I'm sittin' for five
When you remeniss about me say the nigga was live
I got twelve arm robberies pendin'
A dope charge, a gun charge hard to see holiday bendin'
Wit a brand new case twenty niggas, the ride
A spot OT and some brand new base
Why say names you could get who ever you know
I got the gun cocked ready to blow
Don't compare his rhymes to mines
Mines is real and his is just words and lines
Now I'ma give it to you straight 'cause I don't cop no pleas
Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese
Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's
And you could see your whole body on my HR vreethe
How you wanna do this shit like the quick and the dead
So I could cock back empty out the back of your head
Do a drive-by go head I'm quick wit the heater
I shoot threw you your car and threw the parkin' meter
Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you
Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun
Won't shoot nothin', but you will appear in court
I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts
Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there
Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon
Listen everything's about the kiss the new dope out
Sky blue CL 6 wit the new poke outs
Tired of the speculation faggit everything is real here
Ya ain't gonna get wreck on jason
Hold down the fort could never be bought
So I don't flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin'
Rather start gunnin' 'cause soon as you start chasin' the money
That's when the money start runnin'
I drive by in a car service hope out wit mad nigga
Pull my phone out like ya nervous
Like ya don't know the kid stay hittin' benches wit kay's of the cane
Leave strays sittin' inches away from your brain
In them gray kitted bonzes I sway threw the lanes
Now the nay's just sit and flinches when they see the chain
Ya might not never come out my verses get heard
I'm a hustler I don't sleep from the first to the third
Take the [Incomprehensible] to Cali but the shots go quickly
Put red spots on your neck and they not no hickeys
The truck still got those Micky's and don't even pass it my way
If it's not no sticky
No matter where I'm at I pop regardless
'Cause I get knocked I cut a check ya gone drop the charges
Put three holes in head make 'em look like bowlin' balls
Come threw in spring wit nikes that don't get sold till fall
So I could hardly care 'cause the only way I see time behind bars
If it's a Cartier, nigga nigga nigga