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?/

 

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/

 

 

this thug life aint worth shit/

the killings It don't quit/

last breath is one breath away/

but love my homies gotta stay/