Текст песни C-Murder - Concrete Jungle, слова песни C-Murder

Текст песни C-Murder - Concrete Jungle

C-Murder - Concrete Jungle слова песни

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

C-Murder

Concrete Jungle

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