[dj Yeah, dj clue, desert storm, all up in ya With the lb fam, love and nappiness A sample, but first.. My man canibus, gon' rip down, ha ha
Yo, yo, yo Lost the beasts from the east up in this piece With a new release on the streets fifty-two weeks And I dare a to challenge us; I turn the Love peace and nappiness into your blood on a in the ambulance Fuckin with the called canibus, just the sound Of my voice'll give you a urine analysis I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack That two p's with a c in between em Lb fam, makin the niggaz dance to And we sip a substantial amount of jack daniels L-o-est, b-o-y-z we lock We invested all of drug money profit love to each and every nigga that copped it In jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz knockin it Music you high, givin you that urge To spend two-thirds of the money you on herb You're fuckin with the lb fam, we do what we do You never get the chance to shoot at who shot at you Nigga, be dead before you reach the hospital at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils Queens most wanted, to clap a nigga Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers Totin the four-pound, holdin the down Before heavy d bounced to became a ghost town Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye Spig sees eye to thigh, the shortest But he still gets busy on the one and regardless Heard about the tape, so I had to get on it Lost and desert storm, show us the money we still hungry, we still got the growl in the tummy We still and grungy, dressin bummy Doin for foreign currencies in other countries Tryin to finance me a with low mufflage Get a production deal, start our own companies Sign our own acts, and rhyme whatever we wanna rap Decorate our walls with eighty-nine or better degree weather Nine-seven dj clue and lb fam
[dj What? ! dj clue, all up in ya
Yo yo yo hold up I don't niggaz know man I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo Now by watchin you, I can tell that I got you To face me, somethin you don't do, my rhymes Are too hostile, they'll beat you in public like the cops do Sit on top of you, a human pinata out of you Flow as as possible, creatin obstacles three feet High and rising, like the of posdonus The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style 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 being ill with a i.q. that's off the scale If words could kill, a verse of mine'll a mil' And be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell I'm to be the head instead of the tail I ain't followin nobody else to increase my are real, like they been forged in steel Stood the judge told him I was forced to kill And how I for mines to get paid in full Then I went for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz The on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz On the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls "turn your round," give me the cheddar I'd be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever "turn head round," give me the cheddar I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever *echoes*