| Lyrics: | [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 |
