Search results for 'the fair by 100 monkeys' Page #16

Wall To Wall

Busta Rhymes

Fly International Luxurious Art

2015

to Ishmael
Tiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough

the liquor i get up
I better not never see you stare
You niggas off a bitch
I got it by trappin thu the mail
I hunt him down
With this new 100 round
And score

And I got and I got too many choppers
Separate the crowd like a Goddamn ostrich
Name another opp, talk down and we sparking
And I'm three hundred

Okay
Aye
Charge by the letter
Yeah my words ain't cheap
Gottem payin out the ass
Just to hear me speak
That's just how I keep the crowds
Off they

Stars in the Cullinan 
I can make a hundred, then I double it
This an AP, it's a skeleton, I busted it 
Straight up out the bando, we were hustlin'

So what, you fat, you ugly, and you stink, monkey, shut up with your ugly ass, what you
think you doing in my country, you're ugly, fat, stinky,

Every Ring-tailed Lemur in the tree 
The Orangutangs and the Chimpanzee 
The Gorilla, Gibbons and the Bonobo 
And every little Monkey that I know 
Every

Decembers, cause we marked every hour
All the joys of days gone by
Sometimes I travel back in time in my mind
To when we had no R.I.P's on timelines
Like yogi

And you don't come back with that paper
I'ma have to lay hands on you
Like I'm givin' you prayer
Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair
You ever heard

in my Pocket
Maybe more no less Impressed by the way i Dress
No lie bathen ale
Apes red monkey i'm that Fly
Gino green force ones Yeah i'm that guy

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

shoot I don gbess
Before you shoot
I don fade

Real show 
no be Fair play
No be today
I dey game
I don dey hustle
Tey tey
Left and right
noway
I reach

shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call

Street 2 Street

Jayo Felony

How to Be a Player

2015

your doves and your E's while you're pumpin' this beat 
On a hundred and fuckin' Loony, 'cause that's my street 

[Chorus] 
E-A-Ski goin' keep

(Aye) If I hop this ride it ain't wanted
I got 48 clips for whoever that want
This a High speed chase imma stomp it
And that Heat by my side aint no

Making a Name for Ourselves

Common

One Day It'll All Make Sense

1997

nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware

I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while

you short arm
Pellets in your hand You'll never put shorts on
ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on

So why don't you come out and play

scene
Dirty sticks, but I hop out so clean
My life like a movie, yours YouTube
New hundreds on me, true blue clue
Monkey nuts on the gun like Zoboomafoo

Chai

Gather around
Hear the sound
Feel the rhythm
Follow the clap clap clap
Were the palm wine
Bring the bush meat
Cos na tales by moonlight be

McNale
The type to start a beef then, run to the cops
When I see you in the street got, one in the drop
Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop

will be pissed on
Drakeo when you get on?
Make another diss song and niggas
Will get spit on

First off I don't play fair, bro explain that
Two two three

Bella Gunness was a lady fair in Indiana state
She weighed about three hundred pounds and that is quite some weight
That she was stronger than a man

scissor hands.
Born with such a thirst to kill,
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
Cuttin' bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe
Like I was

They Got Me

Fat Joe

Poly Sci

1998

to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men