Canibus - Shout Out to Lost Boyz lyrics

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

Lost Boyz the beasts from the
East up in this piece
With a new release on the
Streets every 52 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
Fucking with the nigga called Canibus
Just the sound of my voice will
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 niggas dance to
And we sip a very substantial
Amount of Jack Daniels
L-O-ST, B-O-Y-Z we lock shit
We invested all of Legal Drug Money profit
Showing love to each and every
Nigga that copped it
In they Jeep, Lex Coupe
Bima or Benz knockin it
Music makin you high, giving 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 till 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
Humvee with low monthlies
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
'97 DJ Clue and LB Fam forever

WHAT?! DJ Clue, all up in ya area

Yo yo yo hold up I
Don't think niggas 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
IQ 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 niggas skulls
The nigga on the block
With the biggest balls, layin niggas
On the floor
Robbin em to 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