[Intro - Brother Ali - talking] Ah, what's up man? (What up Ali?) Ah, you still standing on this motherfuckin corner? Shit ain't you 30 years old, motherfucker
du Kopek shut the fuck up ich komm mit den Abou-Chakers Ali, Ari, Nassar, Yassar Momo, Feysel wer ist krasser und im Suden Hardcore Brothers fick auf
right? Nope, Paul Wall is dope And so's Bubba, so BLALALALAPFFTTTTT B-b-b-b-b-but, I don't compete with nobody I just go hard, do the rope-a-dope Ali
like all eyes on me, me against the world Mmm, y'all got me on my shit Thought niggaz would appreciate what I did to this game Bein that, I'm flesh of
shot running a track meet but this pimp is, ar the top of mount Olympus ready for the World's game, this is my Olympics we make 'em say ho cause the game
: (Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin
If it was freshest Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record Promoters called us and said, "We got this show and want you to close us" Ghostface and Brother Ali
Who am I? That brother with the platinum plaque With the strength to stand and say gangsta rap was whack The fact is that when that brother rap or act
As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game
field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't shootin' the junk or runnin' a track meet But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the world's games
brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) I said In time my brother In time In time my brother
* listed with this spelling or as "Baby Jungle Brothers" Ahhh yeah, ha ha hah! How y'all doin, everybody alright? Yeah, that's real good (uh-huh) Remember
[word up] Jungle brother, jb for short. A bite a bit my rhyme and we almost fort. But since he was a brother I thought that'd be wrong. So I let him
ya, movin' in on ya Gainin' on ya, can't you feel my breath, heh Gainin' on ya, all up around your neck, heh heh Hey, CC, they say your jivin' game,
it, If it was freshest Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record Promoters called us and said, "We got this show and want you to close us" Ghostface and Brother Ali
on this hype tip I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip Ali
