[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*