C-Murder

C-Murder - Concrete Jungle lyrics

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(feat. KoKane, Snoop Dogg and Tha Eastsidaz)



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



[chorus]



[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



[chorus]



[C-Murder talks 'till fade]
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