| Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle
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| And yet, there’s more to life than misery
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| We have to have unity in our community
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| We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto)
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| Yeah this is Dr. Ben, I’m with Jim Jones (Lord knows, I was on the run confused)
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| DipSet forever (shit)
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| We’re talking about a concrete jungle (yeah it sure is a jungle)
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| Life or Death, you have to choose life (I done seen it all, at least I think I
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| seen it all)
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| I’m with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes (no swinging from vines)
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| Diesel by the bundles, and the hard grams of 'caine (we on our grind)
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| D’s when they come through; |
| it’s hard to get some change
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| Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame (slow down nigga)
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| Yeah I see the traffic, but we dipping on the shoulder (break laws)
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| Winter start to set in, it’s only getting colder (dress warm)
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| And I miss you all my political soldiers
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| Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups
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| Damn I know we caught up in the fast life
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| Some life a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipe (we pookie out here)
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| Me, I’m still caught up from last night
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| Same clothes from the club, on the block getting cash right (I'm on my G though)
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| Damn, you know this world full of misery (pray for me)
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| Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor B (gettin twisted)
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| Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry (fuck a bitch)
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| That’s why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers B
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| Ain’t nothing sweet living in this ghetto (ain't nothing sweet about it)
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| Been there, done that, running in the streets (running wild)
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| Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
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| I’m trying to make the most of my hustler (I gotta hustle)
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| Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams (live out my dreams)
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| Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
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| For the coke I would sleep hard
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| But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I’m a full-fledged retard
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| Was the city block overseer
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| Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria
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| How many pies I done flipped?
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| I lost count
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| How many guys I done gave shit?
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| I lost count
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| Holding, but I can’t ignore cheating
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| Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting
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| They discussing who’ll stretch you for your trees
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| For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason
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| That’s how it is when you make a man
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| That’s why your man’s gotta learn to make himself
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| Then you shake his hand
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| Man, I’m into catching heavy clams
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| And when Dezzy cans when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands
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| Ain’t gonna be right for your picking jet
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| This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette
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| I let my temper hit the floor
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| I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls
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| I’m fond of the juices that marinate they drawers
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| My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four, cause
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| If you take us out, the streets will evolve
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| Some niggas they live to eat, some niggas eat to survive
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| And my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energy
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| Niggas that I thought was friends, really the enemy
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| Dear Lord please grant me the serenity
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| To accept the things that I cannot change
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| Locked up for eight years and ain’t join no gangs
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| Been converted to true nigga, I’m as real as they come
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| And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun
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| Put my dick up in the streets, but I’m married to the slums
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| Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum
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| I’m having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums
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| Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices (oh yeah)
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| The jungle is full of everything
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| It’s the mother and the father of creation (ain't nothing sweet about it)
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| But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself
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| Do something for yourself, make something of yourself
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| That’s what time it is (don't let go)
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| Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life (all my young soldiers)
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| Yeah, concrete jungle
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| I can feel it, I can smell it (sometimes it gets hard)
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| Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power (don't let 'em pull your car over)
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| Now and forever more
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| Making life the way it should be
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| Ain’t nothing sweet about it
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| Make me want to scream and shout it
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| But I know I got to hold on, and just roll on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Concrete Jungle , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп