Concrete Jungle (feat. Full Clipp)

Nigga what (jungle)

South Central

You have heard of that

Real shit, nigga (jungle)

That Cartel shit (Cartel - jungle)

I jumped in this - I handle business

You can't get rid of this

You feelin' this?

Nigga what ?!

It's something about bein' affiliated

Hate this, hate it

I peep him while I'm fade it - laid back, cock the gage

React the blaze in

Let him feel like hot buck shots - close range

Keep it movin' all, nigga stop

Money got this dummies, gunnin' at me, eyes close

Bitch's runnin' his mouth too much, he wanna High Roll

I know only I know, where the dough?

Hold the heat, blast with the dome, lay him low

Nigga know how to do that deal

Vietnam warfare like the Staples but take you there

Should to middle with the South Central blocks

Where everybody snorts herb, shoot up and smoke up rocks

But that's home

And I'll - roam in till I'm gone

In a zone from them herb clouds comin' straight out the bone

Welcome to the concrete jungle

Where money more important than living your life humble

Where bitches treat you like gumbo

And niggas steady tryin' to gun you

Cause they hate it what you stand for

It's the concrete jungle...

[YOUNG PROD:]

Full Clipp quick to pull it

Pull out them verbalize bullets

Hollow points that ain't got to, what I'm gonna pull it?

The concrete jungle where niggas rumble over weak raid

Tear it up, park

A hollow hold through your heart

It's the live death become

Pourin' 40 dips around, that's won't you gon' be

That you realize I wanna baptize in your chest with some of this

And some of these

All of these niggas nuthin' but cheese

[PRODEJE:]

...bastards

Niggas transformer like a mixture

I'm comin' way to punk you like the quickster

Pop you like a blister

Load the hollow heads give 'em to ya

Treat you like my do ya

The homie to ya

But I'ma run through you, want smoke

You'll recognize the real before you hit the front door

You fuckin' with the Prodigal

By elevatin' game got ya

Through a wick laugh and still cocked ya

Welcome to the concrete jungle

Where money more important than living your life humble

Where bitches treat you like gumbo

And niggas steady tryin' to gun you

Cause they hate it what you stand for

It's the concrete jungle...

[PRODEJE:]

You make me hit the back door

Duck the floor hits

Hit the school gates in a hurry

Lay my mom

But now I'm ghetto fab in a half

Count low money with my style

Niggas make me laugh

But me and Young Prod knows the math

Make 'em bow down, feel the wrath

Acts 'em like the craft

Makin' nigga's tongue hit the floor

The S.C. through the gun smoke

We doin' for the paid and the

That sucker-ass nigga ain't a playas

We livin' got the game for the haters

Stompin' in my black Chucks

Servin' cavi to the clucks

For me [???] the bumper fuck

Having bad look nigga

Sticky fingers all in my twist

Cause they use the nigga like this

I bring you how I love it

Gangsta Prod nigga how you love it

This shit to make the other niggas

Welcome to the concrete jungle

Where money more important than living your life humble

Where bitches treat you like gumbo

And niggas steady tryin' to gun you

Cause they hate it what you stand for

It's the concrete jungle...