Whole lotta things done changed
Yeah, there's a lot of people put
tin' black eyes in the game
Knahmean, time to do this though
Check it, I had a block locked,
but took a fall now I'm off my feet
I gotta eat, so it's back to
And I will grow cause I'm an old timer
I bring the drama to any nigga,
his babies or his fuckin' mama
I got a look like Tev in Campbell
Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
And in order to make it, you gotta take it
Be the boom, blast booze,
bend or break it but don't fake it
That's why there's no guilt for
these trife niggas bloods I spilt
flippin' they drug game on tilt
You either sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort,
And since I'm in it, now I'm in
it to win it; sky's is the limit
motherfucker's lieutenant
Shit, from this point that's how I feel,
Yeah, it's either doe or die
How I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
And all hoods I hang with mixed slang
Love, kickin' that gang shit,
sellin' on the same strip
no matter how much we hated
even our dreams are drug related
not even the cops can stand us
'Cause of the way we vanish,
everytime they come to can us
25 we get the money live,
The streets is our only source to survive
And before any teeny- boppers
think about tryin to stop us
through the propellers of a helicopter
Cause all my peeps be play
Straight out the litter, so bitter
like some mad motherfuckers
Move at night like truckers
When suckers see us, they duck us
Shit, only the real can relate to
things a hungry man'll, try
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
And ever since I was a tarface baby
I dreamed of guns and tons of coke
A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
Plus props from crooked cops,
payin' him tops not to run me in
Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster
Havin hoes playin me closer,
Livin the life of the rich
Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
Without stress from some bitchin wife
that's why I be on what I be on
Always ready to war for a score
I won't seal in what I'm feelin
It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin
until I fallout; so much of a menace
When I finish milkin New York
And railroad my soul to a
I'm goin out fightin until I fry
like I said it's either doe or die
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going under