Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands
jungle FEVER George like WHEEZY 'cause I be burnin brothers just like, the neighborhood SKEEZER Once the hip-hop strangeler I throw your whole rap on a coat rack kid and just hang it
drop it Chorus Outro: now freak me (are you ready) hit it hit it hit it Maestro hit hit it Maestro hit it Maestro Maestro Maestro hit it Maestro
with the wack You niggas can't rap, so I want my money back Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it) In with the fat, out with
'em it's on again If it's a freestyle bust in a park I want in It's a must that I bust any mic that you hand to me It's inherited, it runs in the family
(Jungle Brothers) This is for townships, backpackers and seasoned lovers of music Lil B's in love with the music So leave the brother to use it, lead
, yeah It's now or never, nigga Time's up, muthafucka Let's do this Aiyo, I stop paying for coke, get bricks on the muscle Gorillas on they bullshit, welcome to the jungle
on the glass Hangin crosses on they walls or either practice witchcraft To bring em good luck, put they faith on a horse race Some niggas cook up, coke
I'm the seven seas Bombin' on MC's, crushin' crews with ease Brother please, you know my steez is 100 degrees With no era, bring it live like the Trio
it right, whatever, cant ya sing it you'd like It's like, Could it be hot or could it be cold or could it control I'm leaving it [co, co c, c, c, controldable
! I?m the man among men walking tall with a plan, You can send it around the world, you can hold it in your hand You can bring it on home, I?m Armageddon
baggage Roots go back to Africa, I'm not Asiatic Brothers mastered mathematics and still they can't add it My quest isn't cabbage although it's nice to have it
you bring out the pink, well wait, it's ok Yeah, they won't stop it I guess it's alright to act demonic I guess it's alright to act demonic But that'
Is it 908? (No) Is it 212? (Hell, no) Speakin' on 404? (No) What about 516? (I dunno) And what is it? (Not tellin' ya) And what is it? (Not tellin'
the state, carrying coke by the weight Nigga put pounds in the weed gate And it's ran by Ol' Dirty 12 o'clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty,
know it keeps me peacefully, no? Yeah but my tolerance level has now peaked And now it's time for some heads to get flown We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring
, why you trippin', don't start slippin' now Fool keep flippin' It's not over, it's not over, oh oh Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page
