Canibus - Back With Heat lyrics

(Canibus) Yeah The, the, the, the the rhyme weapon legend That's what my n***a's yelling, that's what they yelling The, the, the, the the rhyme weapon legend Yeah, n***as just don't know That's what my n***a's yelling But I'ma let 'em know Let 'em know 'Bis, how to flow, how to How to go, how to, how to (Canibus) If I coughed in my fist when I opened my hand There'd be dope in my hand 'cause I spoke in my hand In the gym 'til I turned a two-pack to a four 'Til the four got sore and had to make two more In a whole other state of mind Mexican standoffs waste lives but they save time You know the danger of the Ranger, pantyhose over cabeza Scopes and lasers, my toaster is a widow-maker "Good things comes to those that wait" Bullsh**, better things come to those that chase I sweep the streets with a fleet bigger than the Greeks 'Till we occupy your land like thieves We fitting to eat, n***a (Canibus) I'm back for the music, back to do exclusives Back to change the view of Hip Hop from that bullsh** Back to mash up beats that bang up your Ave and streets Canibus, n***a, Back with heat (Canibus) Hideout the box with Nottz, shots just went off n***a better check to see if you caught Shootouts between rap stars driving fast cars Through the hills of Madagascar, we can take it that far Screw-face you n***as Yo, who's the real rude bwoy, rude n***a? Not you n***a, you got booed n***a My close quarter combat, not bad Big n***as drop dead when I stop their air You're just a man, you're relationship with oxygen's clear Canibus rocking with Nottz this year Yeah, mother f**ers, your back-blast area clear Canibus rocking with Nottz this year Yeah (Canibus) Yo, ayo A slug to the stomach make a thug move sluggish Crawling in his bloodiness no matter how big the gun is If the fuzz is coming, blast shells by the tonnage 'Til there ain't nothing left and start running (Run!) I got a message bout I got a court summons Everybody around me want something, they all extort nothing I was young, I was stupid, I was really too hyped 'Cause I thought a microphone was really worth my life Go make a club banger, that's what they ask me to do You a dumb n***a, who the f** is asking you? I'll write a book for you, Nottz'll write a hook for you We can both split half of what we took from you I'm just a round-the-way neighbour in your hood 'fella You want to show love? Let's break bud n***a We control the price of rap-fuel I attacked you because annual tax was due Four dollars a gallon, we're going to take it back to two Hip Hop n***a, that's what we back to do For you, for you, for you, that's what we back to do For you, for you, for you, that's what we back to do (Canibus) Yo I front for the flicks, I stunt for the chicks Make them want for the dick, I wasn't a thug from the get But I run with the vets on the streets Were they hunt for the bit, many thirsty n***as hunger for the necks (Canibus) The, the, the, the The rhyme weapon legend That's what my n***a's yelling