Back Wit' Heat (Instr.)

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(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' //