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Shout Out To Lost Boyz
[DJ Clue] Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm, all up in ya area with the
LB Fam, Love Peace and Nappiness A
little sample, but first.. My man Canibus, gon' rip shit down, ha ha [Canibus] Yo, yo, YO Lost Boyz the
Beasts from the
East up in this piece with a
new release on the
streets every fifty-two weeks and I
dare a
nigga to challenge us; I
turn the
Love Peace and Nappiness into your blood on a
napkin in the
ambulance Fuckin with the
nigga called Canibus, just the
sound of my voice'll give you a
positive urine analysis I'm a
lyrical demon, stronger than crack fiends that smoke two P's with a C
in between em LB Fam, makin the
music niggaz dance to And we sip a
very substantial amount of Jack Daniels L-O-est, B-O-Y-Z we lock shit We invested all of Legal Drug Money profit Showin love to each and every nigga that copped it In they Jeep, Lex Coupe, Beema or Benz knockin it Music Makin You High, givin you that urge to spend two-thirds of the
money you earned on herb You're fuckin with the
LB Fam, we do what we gotta do You never get the
chance to shoot back at who shot at you Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the
hospital Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils Queens most wanted, quick to clap a
nigga Rap at killers who wear Carharts and Caterpillers Totin the
four-pound, holdin the
fort down before Heavy D
bounced to Uptown became a
ghost town Cheeks, Lou and Thai see eye to eye Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the
shortest but he still gets busy on the
one and two's regardless Heard about the
Clue tape, so I
had to get on it Lost Boyz and Desert Storm, Show Us the
Money cause we STILL hungry, we STILL got the
growl in the
tummy We STILL grimy and grungy, dressin bummy Doin shows for foreign currencies in other countries Tryin to finance me a
Hum-Vee with low mufflage Get a
production deal, start our own record companies Sign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rap Decorate our walls with plaques Summertime eighty-nine or better degree weather Nine-seven DJ Clue and LB Fam forever [DJ Clue] WHAT?! DJ Clue, all up in ya area [Canibus] Yo yo yo hold up I
don't think niggaz know man I'm gonna rock some more, check it out, yo, yo Now just by watchin you, I
can tell that I
got you to face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my rhymes are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public like the
cops do Sit on top of you, make a
human pinata out of you Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles Three Feet High and Rising, like the
chronicles of Posdonus The
old school hip-hop, is where I
get my style from Uptown Harlem, is where I
get my lye from My cousin with mad guns, is where I
get the
nines from Area 51 is where I
be gettin rhymes from I'm not a
human being I'm the
human being ill with a
I.Q. that's off the
scale If words could kill, a
verse of mine'll murder a
mil' And MC'sll be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell I'm learnin to be the
head instead of the
tail I
ain't followin nobody else to increase my sales Metaphors are real, like they been forged in steel Stood before the
judge told him I
was forced to kill And how I
went for mines to get Paid in Full Then I
went for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls The
nigga on the
block with the
biggest balls, layin niggaz on the
floor, robbin em too a
Biggie Smalls song "Turn your head round," give me the
cheddar I'd rather be a
lion for a
day than a
lamb who lives forever "Turn your head round," give me the
cheddar I'd rather be a
lion for a
day than a
lamb who lives forever [echoes]
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