C-murder - Like A Jungle Lyrics
Im here to let the whole world know Im hard to control.You cant conquer my soul.Bossalinie, a living legend.With physical evidence of a world full of curroption and greed.ChorusIts like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonderHow I keep from going under, I keep from going under x2Random deaths on the block, young nigga packin glocksPicture me a tru nigga, visualizing fools dying quickerMurder murders in the heart of every killerTake a look into his eyes, its evidence of a homocideLifes get tooken faster then the egg leave the wombConsider me in danger cause I know Im dying soonTwenty five years incarceration if I pull itBring the yellow tape, niggas cant overcome my bulletWent to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampageJump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shaveIm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basisCant sleep with nightmares of dead faces***** the man in the mirror, I dont trust himCheck his weapon, hes ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzleThats why I turn my head and leave him lonelyHe phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremonyChorus x2I take a deep breath as I blaze this weed mixed with hashesAnd trippin how the outlawz smoked tupac ashesMy nigga bad azz laid it downHe told me c, real niggas goin always be aroundLivin in the minds and the hearts of the lost soulsAnd much love to the mother*****in outlawsBack stage choppin game with sean dogg and snoop doggAnd to my thugs in the grave, we miss yallI give a toast to you soldiers, you aint die for nothinI read the bible, it said every death mean somethinAnd tru niggas make the world go roundPick up the black history book and cant seem to put it downBlack leaders gettin struck down at they peakOpen your eyes, that unliberated shit is weakAnd throw em up if you a soldier, I told yaWe goin burn this ***** down cause these holocaust days is overChorus x4Its like a jungle out there baby.>from the mother*****in streets to the mother*****in top of the world.Shit aint goin change boy.You got the eye on you, even open the eyes is worse for your life.You need to maintain ya know what Im sayin so keep it real.And to all my thugs in the grave we miss yall.I blow a kiss.I give a toast to the niggas I miss the most.My thug niggas, my real niggas, huh.Black leaders, keep doin what your doin.Nigga p, keep doin what your doin nigga.And you know me.Im a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood.For the ghetto nigga.Till Im dead and gone.Until then, Im a smoke weed, get high, pour out some liquor.Huh, for the real niggas, you know.Keep it real cause uhh, I told yall.Huh, its like a jungle out chea nigga.And ya know.Its like a mother*****in jungle.Nigga, huh, keep it real, pack that steel.Peace.
