[dj clue]
Yeahdj cluedesert stormall up in ya area
With the lb famlove peace and nappiness
A little samplebut first..
My man canibusgon' rip shit downha ha

[canibus]
Yoyoyo
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 canibusjust the sound
Of my voice'll give you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demonstronger than crack fiends
That smoke two p's with a c in between em
Lb fammakin the music niggaz dance to
And we sip a very substantial amount of jack daniels
L-o-estb-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 jeeplex coupebeema or benz knockin it
Music makin you highgivin you that urge
To spend two-thirds of the money you earned on herb
You're fuckin with the lb famwe do what we gotta do
You never get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you
Niggayou'll be dead before you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils
Queens most wantedquick to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear carharts and caterpillers
Totin the four-poundholdin the fort down
Before heavy d bounced to uptown became a ghost town
Cheekslou and thai see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thighbein the shortest
But he still gets busy on the one and two's regardless
Heard about the clue tapeso I had to get on it
Lost boyz and desert stormshow us the money
Cause we still hungrywe still got the growl in the tummy
We still grimy and grungydressin bummy
Doin shows for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a hum-vee with low mufflage
Get a production dealstart our own record companies
Sign our own actsand 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 clueall up in ya area

[canibus]
Yo yo yo hold up I don't think niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock some morecheck it outyoyo
Now just by watchin youI can tell that I got you
To face mesomethin you don't wanna domy rhymes
Are too hostilethey'll beat you down in public like the cops do
Sit on top of youmake a human pinata out of you
Flow as potent as possiblecreatin obstacles three feet
High and risinglike the chronicles of posdonus
The old school hip-hopis where I get my style from
Uptown harlemis where I get my lye from
My cousin with mad gunsis 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 killa verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And mc'sll be gnashin they teethburnin 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 reallike 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 ballslayin niggaz
On the floorrobbin 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*