Shout Out To Lost Boyz Lyrics - Canibus

[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*