[dj Yeah, dj clue, storm, all up in ya area the lb fam, love peace and nappiness A sample, but first.. My man canibus, rip shit down, ha ha
Yo, yo, yo Lost boyz the beasts the east up in this piece With a new release on the streets fifty-two weeks And I dare a nigga to challenge us; I the peace and nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance Fuckin with the nigga called canibus, just the Of my give you a positive urine analysis I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than fiends That smoke two p's with a c in em Lb fam, makin the niggaz dance to And we sip a very substantial amount of daniels L-o-est, we lock shit We invested all of legal money profit Showin love to each and every nigga copped it In they jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz it Music makin you high, you that urge To spend two-thirds of the money you earned on fuckin with the lb fam, we do what we gotta do You never get the chance to shoot back at who at you Nigga, you'll be before you reach the hospital Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your most wanted, quick to clap a nigga Rap at killers who wear and caterpillers Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort 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 gets on the one and two's regardless about the clue 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 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 we wanna rap Decorate our with plaques Summertime 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 think niggaz man I'm gonna rock more, check it out, yo, yo Now just by you, I can tell that I got you To face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my Are too hostile, beat you down in public like the cops do Sit on top of you, make a pinata out of you Flow as potent as possible, obstacles three feet High and rising, like the chronicles of The old school hip-hop, is I get my style from harlem, is where I get my lye from My cousin with mad guns, is where I get the from Area 51 is I be gettin rhymes from I'm not a human I'm the human being ill with a i.q. that's off the If words could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a And mc'sll be gnashin teeth, burnin in hell I'm to be the head instead of the tail I ain't followin nobody else to my sales Metaphors are real, like been forged in steel Stood the judge told him I was forced to kill And how I went for mines to get in full Then I went for again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls The nigga on the block with the balls, layin niggaz On the floor, robbin em too a biggie song "turn your head round," me the cheddar I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever "turn your round," give me the cheddar I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who forever *echoes*