[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: Canibus]
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 n***a to challenge us
I turn the Love, Peace and Nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
Fucking with the n***a 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 n***as 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 the Legal Drug Money profit
Showing love to each and every n***a 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
N***a, you'll be dead before you reach the hospital
Looking at you laying there with blood coming out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, quick to clap a n***a
Rap at killers who wear Carharts and Caterpillers
Toting the four-pound, holding 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 being 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, dressing bummy
Doing shows for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryna 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 '89 or better degree weather
'97 DJ Clue? and LB Fam forever
[Break: DJ Clue? & Canibus]
What?! DJ Clue?, all up in ya area
Yo yo yo hold up I don't think n***as know man
I'm gonna rock some more, check it out, yo, yo

[Verse 2: Canibus]
Now just by watching you, I can tell that I got you
To face me, something 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 piñata out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin' obstacles
3 Feet High and Rising like the chronicles of Posdnuos
The Old School H
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 an I.Q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And MCs'll be gnashing they teeth, burning in Hell
I'm learning to be the head instead of the tail
I ain't following 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 n***as skulls
The n***a on the block with the biggest balls
Layin' n***as 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