Welcome To Tha Concrete Jungle feat. Juelz Santana

歌詞

Hey, dipset, weezy holla at me Welcome to the concrete jungle Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles And they all tryin' to cause me trouble Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle Aight, aight, hold up, drummer Where you get that shit form nigga Man, that's exclusive Run that, they fuck back, aight Welcome to the concrete jungle Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles And they all tryin' to cause me trouble Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle Back up off me shorty, if not, surely That piece'll come off me shortly My hood breed ganstaz boy You wanna be down Let's see now, no thank you, boy My niggaz'll fish fillet you, boy Than go and tell ya moms to get the paper boy Ya son is just no longer a paper boy He's front page on the paper boy, read about it Extra, extra read about it But we get twisted laugh and smoke weed about it And can't nobody do a thing about it? 'Cuz they'll be in the same boat, literally the same road Floatin' across the same sea Through the same water, don't fuck wit them same G's Don't fuck wit that man, please Don't fuck wit his money, don't fuck wit his gang breed Aim squeeze, Wayne be on the back street Shotty on the back seat, fuck 'em if you ask me Make 'em look but them niggaz can't look past me Past the weed to the next nigga, that's me Let's see P E N C A M G 21 inches and I got them bitches skindy Temp me and any thing can happen, I ain't rapper I ain't shootin' at you, soldiers, bitch, I'm goin' for the captin' I ain't shootin' at yo' shoulders, bitch, I'm goin' for ya cap And I won't stop cappin' to yo' wings, start flappin' And you, you're just angel in the streets full of gangtas And me I'm from the home where murder make ya famous And I think, I'm 'bout 2 get that trech off the hanger And the mask out the door but I'll neva have to bang I'm a straight playa, if you love her, don't bring her I'll tell her lil' shit like I can make her ass a singer And she believe that we back at the crib She like, how it shoot if it's plastic fo' real I'm like fall back, ma, ya ass can get chilled Then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill I smoke Beverly hills what eva that kills And leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel, yeah Step and I will step in ya grill, yeah And leave a nigga wit that heavenly, field