Back Wit' Heat

Canibus

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    [Canibus]
    (Yeah) The-the-the-yeah
    The rhyme weapon legend, that's what my niggaz yellin
    That's what they yellin
    YEAH... UH, YEAH (the-the-the-yeah)
    (The rhyme weapon legend, that's what my niggaz yellin)
    Yeah, niggaz just don't know, but I'ma let 'em know
    (They don't know 'Bis, they don't know 'Bis)
    How to flow how to (they don't know 'Bis)
    How to go how to, how to..

    Yo if I cough 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 turn the two-pack, to a four
    'Til the four got sore and had to make two more
    In a whole 'nother state of mind - Mexican standoffs
    Waste lives but they save time
    You know the danger, the ranger, pantyhose over
    Got basic scopes and lasers, my toaster is a widowmaker
    Good things come to those that wait
    BULLSHIT! Better things come to those that chase
    I sweep the streets with a fleet bigger than the Greeks
    'Til we occupy your land like thiefs, we fin' to eat nigga

    [Chorus x2: 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 to bang up your ave and streets
    Canibus nigga, back with heat (yo)

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    [Canibus]
    Aiyyo, hot out the box with Nottz, shots just went off
    Nigga better check to see if you caught
    Shootouts between rap stars drivin fast cars
    through the hills of Madagascar, we can take it that far
    Screwface you niggaz; yo who's the real rudebwoy rude nigga?
    (Not you nigga) You got booed nigga
    My close quarter combat not bad
    Big niggaz drop dead when I stop they air
    You just a man, your relationship with oxygen's clear
    Canibus rockin with Nottz this year, yeah
    Motherfuckers, your back blast area clear
    Canibus rockin with Nottz this year, yeah - bring it

    [Chorus]

    [Canibus]
    Aiyyo a slug to the stomach make a thug move sluggish
    Crawlin in his bloodiness no matter how big the gun is
    If the fuzz is comin, blast shells by the tonnage
    'Til there ain't nothin left but start runnin
    I got a message 'bout I got a court summons
    Everybody around me wants somethin, they all extort NUTTIN
    I was young, I was stupid, I was really too hype
    Cause I thought a microphone was really worth my life
    Go make a club banger, that's what they asked me to do
    You a DUMB NIGGA, who the fuck is askin you?
    I write a book for ya, Nottz write a hook for ya
    We can both split half of what we took from ya
    I'm just a 'round-the-way neighbor in your hood fella
    You wan' show love, let's break bud nigga
    We control the price of rap fuel
    I attacked you cause annual tax was do
    Four dollars a gallon, we gon' take it back to two
    Hip-Hop nigga, that's what we back to do
    For you.. for you.. (that's what we back to do)
    For you.. for you.. (that's what we back to do)

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]
    The-the-the-yeah
    The rhyme weapon legend, that's what my niggaz yellin..
    The-the-the-yeah
    The rhyme weapon legend, that's what my niggaz yellin [music fades]

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