Fantastic Four Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Nature] Piranhas, the crib sicker than Madonna's Gettin' more press then Elian 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-grizzly, unexplained When niggas see me, they duck, hopin' I pass quickly Someone to laugh with me, get acquainted They know exactly when a nigga's famous, or livin' dangerous The kid got a glow like I just came home Try to dull me, niggas that owe be hidin' from me Changin' their names, screenin' their calls The dreamcast in the crib, never leavin' at all Playin' NBA 2K for two days straight Fifty dollas a game, let me polish my game Withdrawin' at the bank, never deposit a thang Yo, I gotta make a dolla wit' slang [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo, back in the days, we was slaves, 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 6 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 — sorta 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 dandruff? You gon' see the back of Cam' hand quick, you damn bitch I'ma stomp you, stab you, look at you, you damn bitch Ya love I would dumb back out Everybody like "Killa! When u come back out?" Listen, I like rap, routine had to stop Met a new connect, got it 18 a whop Cops on payrolls, every block got blow We fight every night, reunite and 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 But now the right five Lookin for beef you found the right guys Old folk say "cam stop ur route Why you gotta get the guns, just box it out" Listen, that there is strife, only fightin' is the doctor And that's for your life As for your wife Took her out just to tour town Bench press for what, I lift four pounds Tear up your car All four doors down Cats wanna box, well here's four more rounds [Verse 3: Styles P] Yo Keep talkin' 'bout convertibles And your ice, I'mma 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 Lets 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 reminisce 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, to 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 [Verse 4: Sheek Louch] Now I'mma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas Sheek Louch, 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 H-R 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 through you Your car And through the parkin meter [Verse 5: Jadakiss] 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 cologne Listen everything's about the kiss The new dope out Sky blue CL 6 with the new poke-outs Tired of the speculation faggot 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 [Verse 6: Fabolous] 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 grey kitted Benzes, 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 a while to load the 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 through in spring with Nikes that don't get sold 'til Fall So I could hardly care 'Cause the only way I see time behind bars, if it's a Cartier Nigga