Lyrics:
the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like
Organization
Before 1978 there was no blood with AIDS contamination
It ain't little green monkeys
It's little white honkeys crossing bouing leukemia with sheep
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
homie be scoring with ease
Ain’t talkin hoopin I’m scoring PTs
Pour up a Jordan 6 line of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet
Really?
I had a six guns with six shots from the gun shop
That I stole to get rid of the monsters my monsters in my backyard
And I wouldn't be here
Step Twelve
I know you're ready to become a disci disciple,a lonely little reverend
making his way day by day,in the congregation
Hustling a dollar
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
Sold, your number, sir? Thank you
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen
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Step Twelve
I know you're ready to become a disci disciple,a lonely little reverend
making his way day by day,in the congregation
Hustling a dollar
I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me
Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh?
(You wanna fuck with-)
in me!
I’m humble but don’t fuck wit’ me.
Leave me be or you’ll be six beneath.
Zebras, tigers, monkeys, n’ bears
Better be prepared,
It’s a jungle
And all the hippie chicks down on 6th street sing
Got to keep your love alive
You got to fight for the Austin sound
Make your little light shine,
Love me like a 6 year old loves cartoons
Love me like you like to be the little spoon
Baby don't you think this song is past due?
Love me like white
doodoo
Wear out your welcome, your little girl sex desires
Have you handicapped, some friends of mine blow your tires
Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce
You cockin' it back but where it at? Bounce
I got a six pack of Heineken
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce
You cockin' it back but where it at? Bounce
I got a six pack of Heineken
the measles, mumps, malaria, meningitis, monkey pox, and rubella
And I had the shots for all six of 'em
Went fishin' by the creek, threw my pole out there for
I don't give a fuck
I'm the big geese and you are a duck
Little baby, please try to keep up
I'm just out, just out tryna get bodied By beyonce
5, 6
drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco by the danger sign
The line it broke, the monkey choked
And they all went to heaven in a little row boat
Yum yum
am out to kill you and
I'll have a little fun
I am out to murder you, I'm going to attack
I am going to kill you
You're the monkey on my back
I wanna
of the old ghetto brother club is Still silent, and when I see that, I get
Shivers up my spine
Depressed or lazy, a little of both
Still astonished a how they
busted his ass
Loved what he did, he made his customers laugh
But he couldn’t ever satiate the monkey on his back
He didn’t really smoke much. Only when he
just waiting for the baton
Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I'll be past gear six
And if they ain't dead
buried six feet deep beneath hollow stone
Tragedy prolong memories, harmony, sing another sad song
Unsolved mysteries involve society
Only strong minds
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