Back Wit' Heat

[Canibus]
Yeah //
The, the, the, the //
The rhyme weapon legend //
That’s what my nigga’s yellin’ //
That’s what they yellin’ //
The, the, the, the //
The rhyme weapon legend //
Yeah, niggas just don’t know //
That’s what my nigga’s yellin’ //
But I’ma let ‘em know //
Let ‘em know ‘Bis //
How to flow //
How to //
How to go //
How to //
How to //
[Canibus]
Yo,
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” //
Bullshit, better things come to those that chase //
I sweep the streets with a fleet bigger than the Greeks //
‘Till we occupy your land like thiefs //
We fittin’ to eat, nigga //
[Canibus]
I’m back for the music //
Back to do exclusives //
Back to change the view of Hip Hop from that bullshit //
Back to mash up beats that bang up your Ave and streets //
Canibus, nigga, Back with heat //
[Canibus]
Ayo,
Hideout the box with Nottz, shots just went off //
Nigga 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 niggas //
Yo, who’s the real rude bwoy, rude nigga? //
Not you nigga, you got booed nigga //
My close quarter combat, not bad //
Big niggas drop dead when I stop their air //
You’re just a man, you’re relationship with oxygen’s clear //
Canibus rockin’ with Nottz this year //
Yeah, mother fuckers, your back-blast area clear //
Canibus rockin’ 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 //
‘Till there ain’t nothing left and start runnin’ // (Run!)
I got a message bout I got a court summons //
Everybody around me want somethin’, they all extort nothin’ //
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 nigga, who the fuck 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 neighbor in your hood ‘fella //
You want to show love? Let’s break bud nigga //
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 nigga, 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 //
[Canibus]
The, the, the, the //
The rhyme weapon legend //
That’s what my nigga’s yellin’ //