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letra de back with heat (original) - canibus

[intro]
(yeah) the-the-the-yeah
the rhyme weapon legend, that’s what my n-ggas yelling
that’s what they yelling
yeah, uh, yeah (the-the-the-yeah)
(the rhyme weapon legend, that’s what my n-ggas yelling)
yeah, n-ggas 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

[verse 1]{
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
bullsh-t! 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 n-gga

[chorus]
i’m back for the music, back to do exclusives
back to change the view of hip-hop, from that bullsh-t
back to mash up beats to bang up your ave and streets
canibus n-gga, back with heat (yo)
i’m back for the music, back to do exclusives
back to change the view of hip-hop, from that bullsh-t
back to mash up beats to bang up your ave and streets
canibus n-gga, back with heat (yo)
[verse 2]
ayo, hot out the box with nottz, shots just went off
n-gga 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 n-ggas; yo who’s the real rudeboy rude n-gga?
(not you n-gga) you got booed n-gga
my close quarter combat not bad
big n-ggas drop dead when i stop they air
you just a man, your relationship with oxygen’s clear
canibus rocking with nottz this year, yeah
motherf-ckers, your back blast area clear
canibus rocking with nottz this year, yeah, bring it

[canibus]
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 comin’, blast sh-lls by the tonnage
’til there ain’t nothing left but start runnin
i got a message ’bout i got a court summons
everybody around me wants something, they all extort nothin’
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 n-gga, who the f-ck is asking 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 n-gga
we control the price of rap fuel
i attacked you cause annual tax was due
four duellars a gallon, we gon’ take it back to two
hip-hop n-gga, 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]
i’m back for the music, back to do exclusives
back to change the view of hip-hop, from that bullsh-t
back to mash up beats to bang up your ave and streets
canibus n-gga, back with heat (yo)
i’m back for the music, back to do exclusives
back to change the view of hip-hop, from that bullsh-t
back to mash up beats to bang up your ave and streets
canibus n-gga, back with heat (yo)

[outro]
the-the-the-yeah
the rhyme weapon legend, that’s what my n-ggas yelling
the-the-the-yeah
the rhyme weapon legend, that’s what my n-ggas yelling {-music fades-}

- canibus

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