Rick Ross — Monkey Suit

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Once I’m on they ass now, I picked up that poetry
Remaster my old flows, let me bust this door’s key
Monkey on my back, I ain’t no pillow but they temptin’ me
Ask me how I feel, nigga, fuck you with parentheses
He told me never to let these bustas beat me mentally
I stay on my gangsta, guess I get whatever meant for me
Pop a gunshot, ring out, nigga, it sound like a symphony
Get your block and tear it up, the game ain’t built on sympathy, uh

Ain’t no nigga get your bread and fall in love with bitches
Real niggas go to court and buck them double digits
FBI parked ‘cross the street with all these fuckin’ pictures
6-4 with all these fuckin’ switches
I bet they profile ya, they pulled you over, police fuckin’ with you
Give it to ’em at the streets, say they fuckin’ missed ’em
We body Benzes for my bitch and my fuckin’ sister
Screamin’, «Block money, » then it’s fuck the system
In my city when you hot, gotta keep a fuckin’ pistol
Homebase puts a niggas hatin’ from a distance
Block stars, every nigga bangin’, been official
I’m ’bout to blow up on ’em like a pistol

‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do
You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
Nigga, pull up in that black van, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
Jump out in that monkey suit, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
I pull up in that black van, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
Jump out in that monkey suit, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do
You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit

Ayy, two page letter off the dome like
Hey there Mr. President
Police strapped up in my hood killin’ all the residents
Back them up from out my hood ’cause their flag was Confederate
First they give it to us then they lock us up for sellin’ it
You say we equal, that’s an insult to my intelligence
Mama raised her kids up while Papa locked up in the cell again
They take fathers out the house and stop proper development
(They take fathers out the house and stop proper development)
Fuck you, why you yellin’? This that slave ship, niggas sellin’ it
Crooked crook could show you what a felon is, roll up, we in heaven
Young black kings, just look at my melanin
Can’t get no jobs ’cause I got too much felonies

‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do
You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
Nigga, pull up in that black van, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
Jump out in that monkey suit, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
I pull up in that black van, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
Jump out in that monkey suit, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do
(Day County niggas were born to kill)
You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too
(I got a bag for it two million, forty million on me)
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
(You hear me? And it goes)

Went to war with the monkeys see them niggas humble now
Talk upon ’em pussy niggas then we gun ’em down
Heavy speculation raining down a 100 rounds
Put down all those niggas he was my summer allowance
Heard you tellin’ in the feds now you coming home
Before you give ’em weed to roll you better do ’em wrong
Ski mask no need my beard stickin’ out
Bare face, broad day, just take a different route
Big money I gave my Bentley to my lil’ homie
Diamond studdies, we living rugged like my nigga Dud is
Double M rich nigga Supraman out on a limb
Eyewitness see my face and told the crackers it was him
Biggest boss, real niggas, day county, Big B what’s up, that’s my nigga right? slide on these niggas, huh?

‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
(Biggest boss)
Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do
(Real niggas, Day County, Big B what’s up?)
You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too
(That’s my nigga right?)
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
(We slide on these niggas, huh?)
Nigga, pull up in that black van, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
Jump out in that monkey suit, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
I pull up in that black van, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
Jump out in that monkey suit, nigga, I ain’t lyin’
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do
(Born to kill nigga)
You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too
(Fuck you, think you’re first)
‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit
(I put a million on the streets nigga)

Huh, real niggas
Nine figure niggas
You better believe it
See all my niggas we be
Big B what’s up?
It was destiny my nigga
They can never hold down real niggas, you hear me?
We gon’ do this for all the real niggas who came before
Saw all the niggas who dead and gone, you hear me?
Bruno, let’s go get some new money nigga
Told you what it look like, yeah
Aint lying ha ha ha
Biggies