Lyrics:
brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days with the Christmas
For haze on my back, stripped out
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
Sorry I meant hepatitis
That's just what happens
When I get to snapping
I'm rapping too fast
Now my lyrics are slapping you
Clapping you hard In the back
that monkey on his back (uh)
I see it all the time (what you see?)
The people that help you the most
Be the ones you give the hardest time (the
for my niggas...
Peep
[Verse 1]
Getting right back back to the nigga named Q
Telling my homies be careful o' the things that you do
Cuz I went
I always thought I needed someone
to be able to, feel alive,
I needed you to have my back,
to always be, there by my side
But now i finally saw
the bomb like Saddam Hussein
That I'm trying to maintain the stress on my brain
Police always think we're trying to get themselves
But we up in the store
the projects we live in
And think about how we can use the progress, we given
And we all gotta move it by the inches
Ain't no turning back, yeah
Ain't no turning
stymied by the opps
Shaggy Junior, back with the tunes, yuh
Goon here to swoon ya, watch! He moon ya
Save the poon for later, right now, runescape
Soon
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Couple of pistols and sticks with the monkey nuts
Society crazy i got to stay dangerous
Surrounded by gangsta's and i know they go bust
Surrounded by
a little time to sit back and plan
Lil bitch I'm a gangster I know what comes with it I'm glad that they had me in there with my manz
Wouldn't have it no
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu,
If I told you how I feel
Dont at me
Mad cuz I keep it real
Dont at me
Wanna get at me
Dont at me
Got that monkey off your back
Dont at me
Got
checks I don't wanna hear statements
Everyday of my life man I know it get realer
Big monkey I fuck with gorillas
Go to the stu make a song and a triller
I
cold
If you ain't buying my style you don't get the bar code
Play on the roof not a fiddle
This monkey in the middle ain't fitting I'd rather be monkey
step
And get your motherfuckin' shirt wet (nigga)
[Scarface:]
I got a million ways and one that you can die by
But I prefer to use my gun so you
gotta get back to you.
Fortunate woman, the monkey man's dead and the junky didn't get too far.
But I'm singin' my song, 'cause I got my head, and my
I see yo' monkey ass in da paper
Cos you
Ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed
You better give 'em back
You dirty nigga ain't none of that
recognize me by name
And they acting like I owe 'em got me racking my brain
Got this monkey on my back sometimes he drive me insane
I just wanna fly away but
nigga?" (who nigga?)
Brought them bananas for the monkeys at the zoo, nigga (yeah)
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (doves in the sky)
Rats in
back and laugh
Some years went by, I heard a rumor that he died
If I wasn’t so used to it I mighta even cried
Just another cool kid that the mean
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
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