Dj Clue - Shout Out to Lost Boyz lyrics

[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 sh** 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 f**ing with the n***a called Canibus Just the sound of my voice will give you a positive urine an*lysis 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 sh** We invested all of 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 f**in 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 Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils Queens most wanted, quick to clap a n***a Rap at k**ers 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 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 '97 DJ Clue and LB Fam forever [DJ Clue] WHAT?! DJ Clue, all up in ya area [Break: Canibus] Yo yo yo hold up I don't think n***as know man I'm gonna rock some more, check it out, yo, yo [Canibus] 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 k**, 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 k** 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 *echoes*