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(feat. Full Clipp) |
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[YOUNG PROD:] |
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Nigga what (jungle) |
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South Central |
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You have heard of that |
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Real shit, nigga (jungle) |
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That Cartel shit (Cartel - jungle) |
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I jumped in this - I handle business |
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You can't get rid of this |
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You feelin' this? |
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Nigga what ?! |
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It's something about bein' affiliated |
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Hate this, hate it |
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I peep him while I'm fade it - laid back, cock the gage |
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React the blaze in |
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Let him feel like hot buck shots - close range |
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Keep it movin' all, nigga stop |
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Money got this dummies, gunnin' at me, eyes close |
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Bitch's runnin' his mouth too much, he wanna High Roll |
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I know only I know, where the dough? |
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Hold the heat, blast with the dome, lay him low |
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Nigga know how to do that deal |
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Vietnam warfare like the Staples but take you there |
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Should to middle with the South Central blocks |
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Where everybody snorts herb, shoot up and smoke up rocks |
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But that's home |
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And I'll - roam in till I'm gone |
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In a zone from them herb clouds comin' straight out the bone |
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Welcome to the concrete jungle |
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Where money more important than living your life humble |
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Where bitches treat you like gumbo |
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And niggas steady tryin' to gun you |
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Cause they hate it what you stand for |
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It's the concrete jungle... |
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[YOUNG PROD:] |
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Full Clipp quick to pull it |
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Pull out them verbalize bullets |
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Hollow points that ain't got to, what I'm gonna pull it? |
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The concrete jungle where niggas rumble over weak raid |
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Tear it up, park |
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A hollow hold through your heart |
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It's the live death become ??? |
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Pourin' 40 dips around, that's won't you gon' be |
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That you realize I wanna baptize in your chest with some of this |
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And some of these |
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All of these niggas nuthin' but cheese |
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[PRODEJE:] |
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...bastards |
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Niggas transformer like a mixture |
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I'm comin' way to punk you like the quickster |
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Pop you like a blister |
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Load the hollow heads give 'em to ya |
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Treat you like my [??????] do ya |
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The homie [??????] to ya |
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But I'ma run through you, want smoke |
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You'll recognize the real before you hit the front door |
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You fuckin' with the Prodigal |
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By elevatin' game got ya |
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Through a wick laugh and still cocked ya |
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Welcome to the concrete jungle |
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Where money more important than living your life humble |
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Where bitches treat you like gumbo |
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And niggas steady tryin' to gun you |
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Cause they hate it what you stand for |
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It's the concrete jungle... |
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[PRODEJE:] |
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You make [??????] me hit the back door |
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Duck the floor hits |
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Hit the school gates in a hurry |
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Lay my mom [????] |
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But now I'm ghetto fab in a half |
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Count low money with my style |
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Niggas make me laugh |
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But me and Young Prod knows the math |
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Make 'em bow down, feel the wrath |
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Acts 'em like the craft |
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Makin' nigga's tongue hit the floor |
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The S.C. through the gun smoke |
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We doin' for the paid and the ??? |
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That sucker-ass nigga ain't a playas |
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We livin' got the game for the haters |
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Stompin' in my black Chucks |
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Servin' cavi to the clucks |
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For me [???] the bumper fuck |
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Having bad look nigga |
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Sticky fingers all in my twist |
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Cause they use the nigga like this |
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I bring you how I love it |
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Gangsta Prod nigga how you love it |
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This shit to make the other niggas [????] |
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Welcome to the concrete jungle |
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Where money more important than living your life humble |
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Where bitches treat you like gumbo |
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And niggas steady tryin' to gun you |
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Cause they hate it what you stand for |
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It's the concrete jungle... |
