C-Murder, Big Tray Deee, Goldie Loc - Concrete Jungle lyrics
[C-Murder, Big Tray Deee, Goldie Loc - Concrete Jungle lyrics]
Hoody hoo! C-Murder, wassup nigga?
You know how we doin No
Limit D-P-G-C For the R-2-G
Yeah, thats right, check this out my nigga
What? what? hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaa
Oh shit
I sees the nigga on the tank
With the bank and the cash
A house down South, where I plants my stash
Gold medallions locked up with hash
And the best weed you never had, haha
I'm, lookin at mu wody it's about that time
Master P hooked me up so now
I got to get mine
These diamonds on my neck let
You know I'm fine
But man, I'm so anxious like genuine
Rap lables, turn tables, it's all a fable
So many niggas'll sell their soul
For a gold cable
I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes
Spit at you about these issues, I bless you
I'm not here to diss you
The issue is relevent
This cold world'll make you kill a nigga
Especially one that's 'bout a
Dollar bill nigga do you got it? do you want
It? Do you need it?
Or will you get it? I get
It Big Snoop Dogg said it (nigga)
I'm here to shead it, get down Right now
(what?) tRU motherfuckin records (who?) in
In effect with the Dogg Pound
(DPG) We're open now
And all you niggas from the
Ghetto lookin' up at me
And can't believe I went
From nothin' to somethin', believe it G!
Picture it, see it, touch it And watch how a
Real motherfucker does it
It's like kill or be killed
In this here concrete jungle
For black folks
Sometimes no don't love no one
But if I die before it's
Time, let it be known, let it be shown
I was true to the game full blow
And you know
Yeah, real niggas don't give a fuck
Wassup? keep it crackin', Lil Tray Deee
Bang back lil' homies
Don't let them get your chest seen
Watch your homies they waitin for you to slip
If I was sellin' in yo' shoes them
Nigga would have been the trip
Ghetto see ridin'
Rollin' till the sun come up
No second thoughts about my killin'
I'm the first to duck
Blue rag damp ni'a in every one of my pockets
Throwin' up high in the sky
Known you pissed off
It ain't no fakin of mine It's
What I place on the line
Paper chase is a crime So
Ain't takin' no time
It's all out till I fall out, full assault
I'm on mission with No
Limit trying full assault
I want it all like my dog
Fresh socks and growth
Bitches jockin' how I ball
Shit drops the chrome
Blazin' chronic, sippin' tonic
How we live for the three
On the street corner, heat
Cause it's kill or seek he
I'ma steal this boo, when the cops behind me
It's kill or be killed
But them niggas can't find me
It's a test everyday
From the South to the West niggas mad
Cause my nigga Snoop is labelled the best
Guess what? OG, in the game of rap
And everytime that i see 'em
I get a nigga dept whats up
To my partners Tray Deee and Goldie Loc
Quick motherfuckin' niggas, always gon' smoke
In the concrete jungle
Man you know where it's at
It's the place, where you wanna leave
Don't wanna be at
Believe that, you can check in
But you can't check out like Rae
Everybody doin' their own shit to get paid
You might die, but it all
Goes along with the job
Even ride, do whatever it takes to survive
You a bitch! If you snitch on your friends
But you a true motherfucker
You don't fuck with the pigs
C-Murder talks 'till fade
You know how we doin No
Limit D-P-G-C For the R-2-G
Yeah, thats right, check this out my nigga
What? what? hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaa
Oh shit
I sees the nigga on the tank
With the bank and the cash
A house down South, where I plants my stash
Gold medallions locked up with hash
And the best weed you never had, haha
I'm, lookin at mu wody it's about that time
Master P hooked me up so now
I got to get mine
These diamonds on my neck let
You know I'm fine
But man, I'm so anxious like genuine
Rap lables, turn tables, it's all a fable
So many niggas'll sell their soul
For a gold cable
I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes
Spit at you about these issues, I bless you
I'm not here to diss you
The issue is relevent
This cold world'll make you kill a nigga
Especially one that's 'bout a
Dollar bill nigga do you got it? do you want
It? Do you need it?
Or will you get it? I get
It Big Snoop Dogg said it (nigga)
I'm here to shead it, get down Right now
(what?) tRU motherfuckin records (who?) in
In effect with the Dogg Pound
(DPG) We're open now
And all you niggas from the
Ghetto lookin' up at me
And can't believe I went
From nothin' to somethin', believe it G!
Picture it, see it, touch it And watch how a
Real motherfucker does it
It's like kill or be killed
In this here concrete jungle
For black folks
Sometimes no don't love no one
But if I die before it's
Time, let it be known, let it be shown
I was true to the game full blow
And you know
Yeah, real niggas don't give a fuck
Wassup? keep it crackin', Lil Tray Deee
Bang back lil' homies
Don't let them get your chest seen
Watch your homies they waitin for you to slip
If I was sellin' in yo' shoes them
Nigga would have been the trip
Ghetto see ridin'
Rollin' till the sun come up
No second thoughts about my killin'
I'm the first to duck
Blue rag damp ni'a in every one of my pockets
Throwin' up high in the sky
Known you pissed off
It ain't no fakin of mine It's
What I place on the line
Paper chase is a crime So
Ain't takin' no time
It's all out till I fall out, full assault
I'm on mission with No
Limit trying full assault
I want it all like my dog
Fresh socks and growth
Bitches jockin' how I ball
Shit drops the chrome
Blazin' chronic, sippin' tonic
How we live for the three
On the street corner, heat
Cause it's kill or seek he
I'ma steal this boo, when the cops behind me
It's kill or be killed
But them niggas can't find me
It's a test everyday
From the South to the West niggas mad
Cause my nigga Snoop is labelled the best
Guess what? OG, in the game of rap
And everytime that i see 'em
I get a nigga dept whats up
To my partners Tray Deee and Goldie Loc
Quick motherfuckin' niggas, always gon' smoke
In the concrete jungle
Man you know where it's at
It's the place, where you wanna leave
Don't wanna be at
Believe that, you can check in
But you can't check out like Rae
Everybody doin' their own shit to get paid
You might die, but it all
Goes along with the job
Even ride, do whatever it takes to survive
You a bitch! If you snitch on your friends
But you a true motherfucker
You don't fuck with the pigs
C-Murder talks 'till fade