Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Concrete Jungle, artist - C-Murder. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Concrete Jungle |
| 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 |
| Verse 1: Snoop Dogg |
| 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 Chorus: KoKane |
| 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 blow |
| And you know… |
| Verse 2: Eastsidaz |
| Goldie Loc: |
| 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 |
| Tray Deee: |
| 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 Verse 3: C-Murder |
| 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 dept |
| 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 |
| C-Murder talks 'till fade |