Back Wit' Heat

[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)

[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]