Nature - Fantastic Four Pt. 2 lyrics

[Nature] Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's Gettin more press then Elian Gonzalez Some n***as tell me I'm the hottest I never cool off Criticize the sh** I write but it's never too soft Snatch channels like I'm Disney Half grizzlie unexplain When n***as see me they duck Hoppin I pa** quickley Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted They know exactly when a n***as famous Or livin dangerous The kid got a glow like I just came home Try to dull me n***as that owe be hiding 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 Ket me polish my gain Withdrawin at the bank Never deposit a thing Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang [Cam'ron] Back in the day we was slave Whips and chains Its tradition All I got whips and chains All I did Flip some cane Now a n***a 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 dont deal wit cheap blow When I shoot no block Sort of like a free throw Can't miss And one of you b**hes burn me and I can't piss Got me itchin like its dandruff You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam b**h Im a stomp you stab you Look at you you dam b**h Ya love I would dumb back out Everybody like "k**a When u 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 Moe Thats how it is when you deal wit me And I dont 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 Thats 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 [Styles] 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 b**h Lets get straight to the point Ain't a n***a better than me Im agrivated and im fed to the T If I gotta do joints And im sittin for five When you remeniss about me Say the n***a 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 n***as, the ride A spot OT And some brand new base Why say names You could get who ever you know I got the gun co*ked Ready to blow Dont compare his rhymes to mines Mines is real And his is just words and lines [Sheek] Now I'mma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas Sheek Lush, a n***a 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 sh** Like the quick and the dead So I could co*k back Empty out the back of your head Do a drive-by go head Im quick wit the heater I shoot threw you Your car And threw the parkin meter [Jadakiss] Look it ain't much to talk about, f** you f** 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 everythings about the kiss The new dope out Sky blue CL 6 with the new poke-outs Tired of the speculation f*ggit Everything is real here Ya ain't gonna get wreck on jason Hold down the fort Could never be baught So I dont 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 n***a Pull my phone out Like ya nervous [Fabolous] Like ya dont 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 dont 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 dont even pa** it my way If its not no sticky No matter where Im at I pop regardlesss 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 'till Fall So I could hardly care Cause the only way I see time behind bars If it's a Cartier