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concreate jungle
- im a front line nigger backing up my homies all the way/
- I'm part insane part Inhumane but killer runs threw my DNA/
- on the block ya better know your place or ya face gets replaced/
- and when dirt needs doing if ya dip u go missing ya get Erased/
- its a concreate jungle not for made for the weak, Bloodstained roadways/
- where waves of strayed bullets gets sprayed all day with no Delays/
- seeing the morning is like hitting the lotto next day same thing/
- Checking over each shoulder on point like a Soldier Watching/
- slinging bags of hard unforgiving to those that hit my spot/
- niggas in the Graveyard for that, sell ya shit outta earshot/
- I know I'm committing genocide to all my people my hands r Tied/
- I got mouths to feed, clothes my kids need, I do what I do to provide/
- you got television shows glorifying this terrifying life we live/
- all these gang shows with dumb little niggas flossen cash and guns/
- for real ya catch a charge for that shit, gangsterism 5 years min/
- if what I'm spitten appeals to your ass lets trade places got a Coffin?/
- //hookx2
- this thug life aint worth shit/
- the killings It don't quit/
- last breath is one breath away/
- but love my homies i gotta stay/
- fight through all the bullshit, dodging fucking Bullets just to get outside/
- Despite my Appetite to always want to fight I need to Guide my child/
- I don't want see him ever bangen, needs to pop a cap in dem books not asses/
- little g needs Chances and I'm his Apparatus to keep his ass in classes/
- night time is the worst time crackheads walking around like its the set of the living dead/
- had a lifetime of living in this 8 block prison the Bloodshed so widespread/
- that the biggest news in the morning is no one was shot dead, around here thats Amazing/
- cuz death comes easy here a hard look at the wrong brother their notifying ya next of kin/
- I was born hard but finding it harder to get outta dodge cuz the streets call my name/
- yo I was bread into this life ,don't know anything else, i guess I love the game/
- so ill Utilize the tools the OGs passed my way to Withstand all the gangster storms/
- because I own this block, more war torn looking then Iraq its where my ass Belongs/
- Frequently see the young thugs losing lives early all using 9s instead of fists/
- playing Murderous games snuff ya out in a blink its a total Apocalypse/
- so this isn't no place for outsiders cuz Masters of murderers are lurking here/
- this is the motha fucking jungle u aint Tarzan you be a trick this the real deal/
- //hookx2
- this thug life aint worth shit/
- the killings It don't quit/
- last breath is one breath away/
- but love my homies gotta stay/
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