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 colon
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