Monkey Suit Bruno Mali Kidd (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Verse 1: Bruno Mali]
Once I'm on they ass now, I picked up that poetry
Remaster my old flows, let me bust this door key
Monkey on my back, I ain't no killa but they temptin' me
Ask me how I feel, nigga, fuck you with parenthesis
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
Hit your block and tear it up, game ain't built no sympathy, uh
Ay lil nigga get your bread, don’t fall in love with bitches
Real niggas go to court and fuck with double digits
If we out park 'cross the street with all these fuckin' pictures
64 with all these fuckin' switchers
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 pussy niggas hatin' from a distance
Block stars, every nigga bangin', been official
I'm 'bout to blow up on 'em like a pistol

[Hook: Bruno Mali]
'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