[dj Yeah, dj clue, storm, all up in ya area With the lb fam, love and nappiness A sample, but first.. My man canibus, rip shit down, ha ha
Yo, yo, yo Lost boyz the from the east up in this piece With a new release on the streets every weeks And I dare a to challenge us; I turn the Love peace and nappiness into blood on a napkin in the ambulance Fuckin with the called canibus, just the sound Of my voice'll give you a positive urine I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack smoke two p's with a c in between em Lb fam, the music niggaz dance to And we sip a substantial amount of jack daniels L-o-est, b-o-y-z we lock We all of legal drug money profit Showin love to each and every nigga that it In they jeep, lex coupe, beema or knockin it Music makin you high, givin you that To spend two-thirds of the money you on herb fuckin with the lb fam, we do what we gotta do You get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you Nigga, be dead before you reach the hospital Lookin at you layin there with comin out your nostrils Queens most wanted, to clap a nigga Rap at who wear carharts and caterpillers Totin the four-pound, the fort down Before heavy d to uptown became a ghost town Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye Spig sees eye to thigh, the shortest But he still busy on the one and two's regardless about the clue tape, so I had to get on it Lost boyz and storm, show us the money Cause we still hungry, we got the growl in the tummy We still and grungy, dressin bummy Doin shows for foreign currencies in other Tryin to finance me a hum-vee with low Get a production deal, start our own companies Sign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we rap Decorate our walls plaques Summertime eighty-nine or better degree dj clue and lb fam forever
[dj What? ! dj clue, all up in ya
Yo yo yo hold up I don't think niggaz man I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo Now just by watchin you, I can tell I got you To face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my Are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public the cops do Sit on top of you, make a human out of you Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three High and rising, the chronicles of posdonus The old school hip-hop, is where I get my from Uptown harlem, is I get my lye from My cousin mad guns, is where I get the nines from 51 is where I be gettin rhymes from I'm not a human I'm the human being ill a i.q. that's off the scale If words could kill, a verse of murder a mil' And mc'sll be gnashin they teeth, burnin in I'm to be the head instead of the tail I ain't followin else to increase my sales Metaphors are real, like they forged in steel Stood before the told him I was forced to kill And how I went for mines to get in full Then I went for minds again and em out of niggaz skulls The nigga on the block with the biggest balls, niggaz On the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls "turn your head round," give me the I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives "turn your round," give me the cheddar I'd be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever *echoes*