You was talking bullshit so I had to split 'Cause I'm African, after you But after that I'm after nanas It's 290 and too split Bronx run in my blood Wait, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Take a leap King Kong, jumpin' off the World Trade Trade blows with the concrete And my own grave 'Cause monkey see, monkey do Monkey eat, monkey fruit And I reaps what I sow So I hang from the stoop on the corner On the corner, holla at me (Dawg) I need what I know and I know what I need On my soul, on my toes, on my feet Where I bleed Walk the streets and I bleed On my soles, on my toes, on my feet