? Kick a little lingo, baby, I'm single Gift from God but I ain't Kris Kringle Fly cutie, you in the Timberland boot Down with the Brothers and the JB
doin, baby? Oh, you're doin good now? Go to slap you five and you raise an eyebrow See the brother changed cause he's full of ambition Seen the brother
Sweet sensations of a freaky temptation Got me feeling right for what I'm facing Chocolate chip, sugar dipped Got me clipped to the hip Of a honey hustling
Kalled Quest) Ahhh yeah, ha ha hah! How y'all doin, everybody alright? Yeah, that's real good (uh-huh) Remember me? Heheh, I'm that guy Hairy Jungle Brother
marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers
we take is "I don't care" But I guess it hurts me more than any other That's not a kid, that's my little brother Death is walkin the nation, takin boys
day I've seen the other side and I say oh, I've been insane and I wont ever be the same Cuz we flow we must be fly first to flow, Nickel my brother so
milky I should get down with Haagen-Daaz More heatwave than a do rag does to a CAESAR Give a thermometer a temperature of jungle FEVER George like WHEEZY Cuz I be burnin brothers
[Chorus:] Keep growin' [x4] It's like we more like brothers than nephew and uncle, Comin' up at times seem survival is like a jungle, Understanding
'Now listen' [Mos] ..doin this song for you. all my little brothers.. out in the street. strugglin to survive.. keep your eyes on the prize, you know
a fat sack With a little bit a funk in my napsack Take it back to the brother land And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like Tarzan Givin' back to the brother
would end hip hop in my shop and I torture [Chorus:] Check out my lyric fathom Check it brothers, really, check it out [Gift Of Gab:] As I walk through the jungle
4'000 other niggers Since 1975 Yeah, that's how many of us died And these peckerwoods ain't frontin Cause they know that we're killin each other over
it's cold now let the Teck blow now more Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies blocks where the Babies pick locks and Women make love to other
live to see another day, There is no other way, you hearing what I say, I got paper now, I can fight the case, Im walkin through this concrete jungle
To leave We afraid to the same streets that raised you Can aid you. What other black births came suit the rage up in harlem and the southside Brothers
that we share You've got dope high hats, ill kicks, and fresh snares Though it's hard to resist, EQ and the bass til it eclipse But no other sound's gonna
