Canibus - Shout Out To Lost Boyz Lyrics
[dj clue]Yeah, dj clue, desert storm, all up in ya areaWith the lb fam, love peace and nappinessA little sample, but first..My man canibus, gon rip shit down, ha ha[canibus]Yo, yo, yoLost boyz the beasts from the east up in this pieceWith a new release on the streets every fifty-two weeksAnd I dare a nigga to challenge us; I turn theLove peace and nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance*****in with the nigga called canibus, just the soundOf my voicell give you a positive urine analysisIm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack fiendsThat smoke two ps with a c in between emLb fam, makin the music niggaz dance toAnd we sip a very substantial amount of jack danielsL-o-est, b-o-y-z we lock shitWe invested all of legal drug money profitShowin love to each and every nigga that copped itIn they jeep, lex coupe, beema or benz knockin itMusic makin you high, givin you that urgeTo spend two-thirds of the money you earned on herbYoure *****in with the lb fam, we do what we gotta doYou never get the chance to shoot back at who shot at youNigga, youll be dead before you reach the hospitalLookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrilsQueens most wanted, quick to clap a niggaRap at killers who wear carharts and caterpillersTotin the four-pound, holdin the fort downBefore heavy d bounced to uptown became a ghost townCheeks, lou and thai see eye to eyeSpig sees eye to thigh, bein the shortestBut he still gets busy on the one and twos regardlessHeard about the clue tape, so I had to get on itLost boyz and desert storm, show us the moneyCause we still hungry, we still got the growl in the tummyWe still grimy and grungy, dressin bummyDoin shows for foreign currencies in other countriesTryin to finance me a hum-vee with low mufflageGet a production deal, start our own record companiesSign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rapDecorate our walls with plaquesSummertime eighty-nine or better degree weatherNine-seven dj clue and lb fam forever[dj clue]What? ! dj clue, all up in ya area[canibus]Yo yo yo hold up I dont think niggaz know manIm gonna rock some more, check it out, yo, yoNow just by watchin you, I can tell that I got youTo face me, somethin you dont wanna do, my rhymesAre too hostile, theyll beat you down in public like the cops doSit on top of you, make a human pinata out of youFlow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles three feetHigh and rising, like the chronicles of posdonusThe old school hip-hop, is where I get my style fromUptown harlem, is where I get my lye fromMy cousin with mad guns, is where I get the nines fromArea 51 is where I be gettin rhymes fromIm not a human beingIm the human being ill with a i.q. thats off the scaleIf words could kill, a verse of minell murder a milAnd mcsll be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hellIm learnin to be the head instead of the tailI aint followin nobody else to increase my salesMetaphors are real, like they been forged in steelStood before the judge told him I was forced to killAnd how I went for mines to get paid in fullThen I went for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skullsThe nigga on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggazOn the floor, robbin em too a biggie smalls songTurn your head round, give me the cheddarId rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives foreverTurn your head round, give me the cheddarId rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever *echoes*
