Jungle Brothers

"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"

[Mike G]
Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery
Anticipation of the raw fills up the whole vicinity
Legendary quotes from promissory notes
Authentic fatigues wrapped around your throat
Coming hitting like a hammer
My overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer
So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to make me fry
I'll poke him in his eye with a who, what, when and why
Oh no, not I, done hit you up with the jimmy so now identify
Cause whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend
A brother for doing his thing

[Afrika]
A yo! Hotshots rock spots and smoke chocolate thai
Talking about getting money till the day they die
Make money money, make money money money
Take money money, take money money money!
Suit getting chunky, well you see my pockets' fat
Enough to go around ten times and come back
Be the A double B on the thousand G bill
Circle it around from Brooklyn to Castle Hill
Right from the getty we caught bank from the piggy
Cause we give it to you raw down to the nitty-gritty
People acting shitty when they see me counting fifties
Buying new sneakers, "Yo, son! Where'd you get these?!"

[Mike G]
Brush off the comp like lint after the hit
No one's seen the brothers with the three shades of tint
Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent
We use the brain as the furnace and the mouth as the vent
From the set off we jump on the mic and go get off
Versatile styles bursting back and forth
From the dealers and shakers, we fill the rhymes pages
To catch them papers we're back with flavours

[Afrika]
Kick the lotto, that's my motto, stash the loot in the bottle
Fill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle
Me and Mike G lamping like Lamar and Rollo
Rocking the mic, ripping shit at the Apollo
Check the promoter for my quota
Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda

[Mike G]
Recognise by the 'G' at the end of the name
The aroma in the air when I spark a new flame
It was the DJs in the park that put a start to the game
That's what made me grab the mic and go seek fame
And put a shame to the emcees with styles too lame
For the treasures I lust but I fall short of, In God We Trust
But I learned that doesn't mean they can't be touched
Just if you're too slow then you might get crushed
Or bite the dust, bite the dust, bite the dust

[Afrika]
Mega bucks in armoured trucks falling out the sky

"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"

[Mike G]
You ask why we stay fly

"I'll be getting money till the day that I die" [repeat to fade]

(The JBeez, the JBeez...)

10th round,
And still catching that beat down
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground,
Regroup and lounge,
Put on a couple of pounds,
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds
Without love and support,
I might come up short,
But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption
The odds are against me
And the world won't present to me
Bad thoughts on my mind
But I won't let it tempt me
Organized confusion, negative illusion
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion

Say what say what say what

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)

Now if I worry to much about all my have nots
I might not recoginize just what I've got
I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold
And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals
When I'm walking through the streets
I see all sorts, BIG wasn't lying about them drugs and sports
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright
Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight
Baby girl is at home and she's screaming "Daddy"
Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy,
But it ain't like that
Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back
So when the loot come through,
I do what I gotta do,
Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue.

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)

(The JBeez, The JBeez...)

Ya
For all my peoples out there, in the NYC
JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official,
Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile
Business is intact, now we come back strapped
So if something go down, we rearrange contracts
Coming bite and exact
To take your mental out the shack
Dunk your cookie in my milk
And let it soak in my rap
On the mic I talk about the blight
To reach new heights
Put up a fight with everything in sight
That blocks my light
Label my generation
X marks the spot
We make it hot
We don't stop
To bust back, we just keep
Busting the (Blam blam)
Bulletproof brain cells
The name spells out success
That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest

Stay black and rhyming
Till the day that I'm dieing
Death defying
Shaky eyeing
And God I'm relying
Test up my import, make a million or more
Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor
When we come to the jam
No glissening gimmicks
Break it off on your right
See my style has no limits
Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI
Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye
Rhyme writing, counter lighting
Emcees like this make hits for competition
Like slitting your wrists
Each sequel's so lethal
That no other can equal
Spark it up for the jam
But rock it on for the people

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother)
True Blue (True Blue)

Every day, all day, it goes down like this

(The JBeez, the JBeez...)