What are you bitch a boy or a girl? I can't tell cause your shit on the sides is gone You remind me of that monkey lookin bitch Grace Jones Fucked up
fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now [Verse One: Nas] Rappers I monkey flip 'em with
, let's not fight . . . RAOUL Christine, you're free! CHRISTINE Wait till the time is right . . . RAOUL When will that be? It's an engagement, not a crime
means responsibility So you chicken out and threaten me Saying, "Love it or leave it" I'll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the
, stand up, stand up It?s time to Get up, get up, get up Why don?t you Stand up, stand up It?s time to start a fight Monkey see, monkey do But all they
dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now [Verse One: Nas] Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the
[sounds of fighting] [Intro: sampled] I'm the warrior chief. I'm the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe. Fuck with me and you will
means responsibility So you chicken out and threaten me Saying, "Love it or leave it" I'll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to
really wanna, did he really wanna commit that crime? Was really ready, was he really ready, was he really ready to do that time? Did he really wanna, did he really wanna, did he really wanna commit that crime
your parents like you're three years old Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college
[Verse 1] Yo yo, I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys And the features that they share with simians Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients They livin'
: x2] You want the truth (yeah), bujt you can't handle the truth (no) Us niggaz ain't free, we just running round loose (right) They say what monkey see, monkey
I'm a killer (a killer) nigga baller servin' up the 3rd ward Cali or New Orla' nigga like the devil with the motherfuckin' red prints fight me like a monkey
Please, let's not fight . . . RAOUL Christine, you're free! CHRISTINE Wait till the time is right . . . RAOUL When will that be? It's an engagement, not a crime
Don't you turn away, I'm not foolin' this time Feel like someone who's accused of doin' a crime Now I'm crawling on my knees Taken everything I could
Cam'Ron] Uh, thug shit, Killa Cam, thug shit Yo, yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death, eatin monkey