Concrete Jungle Lyrics - C-murder

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 its 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 blown 

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 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 

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 blown 

And you know 

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 dap 

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 

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 blown 

And you know