Cam’ron, T.I. - In the Jungle lyrics

At seven years old
Had Lees - they were pinstriped
At twelve, I had a knife for your windpipe
At thirteen
At the stash-house I spent nights
Could be wrong, but since fifteen
I've been right at seventeen
I ain't care what my friends like
Nineteen was mean
I mean I had Hundred Ten Nike
Airs twenty one became my money year
Twenty three, i could have been facing
Two hundred twenty years
Yeah, so let's celebrate, elevate
Roll the vanilla, fella victory, hella cake
Man, y'all sweeter than Cream Savers
My team's major
O thirteen Range yeah it's a teenager

In the jungle, the mighty jungle

Then animals that I grew up with
Boy, they'll stink, nigga
It's a few of us left
We'll leave you stink, nigga
Stink nigga, wash up - you funky fresh
Dirty jeans, wack kicks
No cake, with monkey breath
No kicks, but a face dirty stress
A hundred K, twenty steps
Like the way honey dress
One year, one arrest tough charge, never met
Homicide, another death
Another mother's son at rest
Mother made a motherfucker for
My ranger breath you get it to do it man
You ain't done nothing yet
I could become a threat calico, a hundred wet
Wanna bet? When I make it rain
Your whole sun'll set
Doing a show? No prob, I'll book it for him
He ain't want the work, so I took it for him
Ribs, I cook it for him I'll
Make you rich and famous
Ask Vato, Robin Leach, he lived for him

I'm from where the strong prey upon the weak
Where the lions teach their babies bite
Before they grow they teeth
They say the world dog-eat dog, huh?
Well, where I'm from, we all eat dog, bruh
Come from the jungle
Learn how to hustle from hunger
Keep my money in bundles
Keep a gun that's humungous
Predators are among us
Oldest down to the youngest
We hunting, hope to be stunting
Turning nothing into something
Get hundreds from going out of bounds
Jackals throw a lot around
Trappers get the pounds and run 'em
In and out of town
I'm from the A where quarter, halves
Whole things you get
Get your paper straight, you like "Owimoweh
Owimoweh"