[dj Yeah, dj clue, storm, all up in ya area With the lb fam, love peace and A sample, but first.. My man canibus, rip shit down, ha ha
Yo, yo, yo Lost boyz the beasts from the up in this piece With a new on the streets every fifty-two weeks And I dare a nigga to challenge us; I the Love peace and nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the Fuckin with the nigga called canibus, just the Of my give you a positive urine analysis I'm a lyrical demon, stronger crack fiends 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 invested all of legal money profit Showin love to each and every that copped it In they jeep, lex coupe, or benz knockin it Music makin you high, givin you that To spend of the money you earned on herb You're fuckin with the lb fam, we do we gotta do You never get the chance to shoot at who shot at you Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the Lookin at you layin there with comin out your nostrils Queens most wanted, quick to a nigga Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort Before d bounced to uptown became a ghost town Cheeks, lou and see eye to eye Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the But he still busy on the one and two's regardless Heard about the tape, so I had to get on it Lost boyz and desert storm, us the money Cause we still hungry, we got the growl in the tummy We still grimy and grungy, bummy Doin shows for foreign in other countries Tryin to finance me a hum-vee low mufflage Get a deal, start our own record companies our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rap Decorate our walls plaques Summertime or better degree weather Nine-seven dj clue and lb fam
[dj What? ! dj clue, all up in ya
Yo yo yo up I don't think niggaz know man I'm rock some more, check it out, yo, yo Now just by watchin you, I can that I got you To face me, somethin you wanna do, my rhymes Are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public like the do Sit on top of you, a human pinata out of you Flow as potent as possible, creatin three feet and rising, like the chronicles of posdonus The old hip-hop, is where I get my style from Uptown harlem, is where I get my lye My with mad guns, is where I get the nines from Area 51 is where I be gettin from I'm not a being I'm the human being ill with a i.q. that's off the If could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil' And mc'sll be gnashin they teeth, in hell I'm learnin to be the head of the tail I followin nobody else to increase my sales Metaphors are real, they been forged in steel Stood the judge told him I was forced to kill And how I went for mines to get paid in Then I for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls The on the block with the biggest balls, layin 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 who lives forever "turn head round," give me the cheddar I'd rather be a lion for a day than a who lives forever *echoes*