|Lyrics:||I'm here to let the whole world know i'm hard to control.|
You can't conquer my soul.
Bossalinie, a living legend.
With physical evidence of a world full of curroption and
It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How i keep from
going under, i keep from going under x2
Random deaths on the block, young nigga packin
Picture me a tru nigga, visualizing fools dying quicker
Murder murder's in the
heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence of a homocide
tooken faster then the egg leave the womb
Consider me in danger cause i know i'm dying
Twenty five years incarceration if i pull it
Bring the yellow tape, niggas can't
overcome my bullet
Went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage
Jump behind some
bushes, dodging cops, another close shave
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily
Can't sleep with nightmares of dead faces
Fuck the man in the mirror, i don't trust
Check his weapon, he's ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle
That's why i turn my
head and leave him lonely
He phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremony
I take a deep breath as i blaze this weed mixed with hashes
how the outlawz smoked tupac ashes
My nigga bad azz laid it down
He told me "c, real
niggas goin always be around"
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls
much love to the motherfuckin outlaws
Back stage choppin game with sean dogg and snoop
And to my thugs in the grave, we miss yall
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't
die for nothin
I read the bible, it said every death mean somethin
And tru niggas make the
world go round
Pick up the black history book and can't seem to put it down
gettin struck down at they peak
Open your eyes, that unliberated shit is weak
And throw em
up if you a soldier, i told ya
We goin burn this bitch down cause these holocaust days is
It's like a jungle out there baby.
motherfuckin streets to the motherfuckin top of the world.
Shit ain't goin change boy.
got the eye on you, even open the eyes is worse for your life.
You need to maintain ya know
what i'm sayin so keep it real.
And to all my thugs in the grave we miss yall.
I blow a
I give a toast to the niggas i miss the most.
My thug niggas, my real niggas,
Black leaders, keep doin what your doin.
Nigga p, keep doin what your doin
And you know me.
I'm a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood.
For the ghetto
Till i'm dead and gone.
Until then, i'm a smoke weed, get high, pour out some
Huh, for the real niggas, you know.
Keep it real cause uhh, i told yall.
it's like a jungle out chea nigga.
And ya know.
It's like a motherfuckin jungle.
Nigga, huh, keep it real, pack that steel.