Canibus
Canibus - Back Wit' Heat lyrics
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[Canibus] (Yeah) The-the-the-yeah The rhyme weapon legend, that's what my niggaz yellin That's what they yellin YEAH... UH, YEAH (the-the-the-yeah) (The rhyme weapon legend, that's what my niggaz yellin) Yeah, niggaz just don't know, but I'ma let 'em know (They don't know 'Bis, they don't know 'Bis) How to flow how to (they don't know 'Bis) How to go how to, how to.. Yo if I cough in my fist when I opened my hand there'd be dope in my hand cause I spoke in my hand In the gym 'til I turn the two-pack, to a four 'Til the four got sore and had to make two more In a whole 'nother state of mind - Mexican standoffs Waste lives but they save time You know the danger, the ranger, pantyhose over Got basic scopes and lasers, my toaster is a widowmaker Good things come to those that wait BULLSHIT! Better things come to those that chase I sweep the streets with a fleet bigger than the Greeks 'Til we occupy your land like thiefs, we fin' to eat nigga [Chorus x2: Canibus] I'm back for the music, back to do exclusives Back to change the view of hip-hop, from that bullshit Back to mash up beats to bang up your ave and streets Canibus nigga, back with heat (yo) [Canibus] Aiyyo, hot out the box with Nottz, shots just went off Nigga better check to see if you caught Shootouts between rap stars drivin fast cars through the hills of Madagascar, we can take it that far Screwface you niggaz; yo who's the real rudebwoy rude nigga? (Not you nigga) You got booed nigga My close quarter combat not bad Big niggaz drop dead when I stop they air You just a man, your relationship with oxygen's clear Canibus rockin with Nottz this year, yeah Motherfuckers, your back blast area clear Canibus rockin with Nottz this year, yeah - bring it [Chorus] [Canibus] Aiyyo a slug to the stomach make a thug move sluggish Crawlin in his bloodiness no matter how big the gun is If the fuzz is comin, blast shells by the tonnage 'Til there ain't nothin left but start runnin I got a message 'bout I got a court summons Everybody around me wants somethin, they all extort NUTTIN I was young, I was stupid, I was really too hype Cause I thought a microphone was really worth my life Go make a club banger, that's what they asked me to do You a DUMB NIGGA, who the fuck is askin you? I write a book for ya, Nottz write a hook for ya We can both split half of what we took from ya I'm just a 'round-the-way neighbor in your hood fella You wan' show love, let's break bud nigga We control the price of rap fuel I attacked you cause annual tax was do Four dollars a gallon, we gon' take it back to two Hip-Hop nigga, that's what we back to do For you.. for you.. (that's what we back to do) For you.. for you.. (that's what we back to do) [Chorus] [Outro] The-the-the-yeah The rhyme weapon legend, that's what my niggaz yellin.. The-the-the-yeah The rhyme weapon legend, that's what my niggaz yellin [music fades]