I'm here to let the whole world know I'm hard to control.
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You can't conquer my soul.
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Bossalinie, a living legend.
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With physical evidence of a world full of curroption and greed.
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Chorus
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It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
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How I keep from going under, I keep from going under x2
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Random deaths on the block, young nigga packin glocks
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Picture me a TRU nigga, visualizing fools dying quicker
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Murder murder's in the heart of every killer
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Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence of a homocide
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Life's get tooken faster then the egg leave the womb
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Consider me in danger cause I know I'm dying soon
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Twenty five years incarceration if I pull it
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Bring the yellow tape, niggas can't overcome my bullet
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Went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage
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Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave
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I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis
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Can't sleep with nightmares of dead faces
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Fuck the man in the mirror, I don't trust him
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Check his weapon, he's ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle
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That's why I turn my head and leave him lonely
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He phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremony
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Chorus x2
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I take a deep breath as I blaze this weed mixed with hashes
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And trippin how the Outlawz smoked Tupac ashes
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My nigga Bad Azz laid it down
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He told me "C, real niggas goin always be around"
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Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls
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And much love to the motherfuckin outlaws
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Back stage choppin game with Sean Dogg and Snoop Dogg
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And to my thugs in the grave, we miss yall
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I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't die for nothin
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I read the Bible, it said every death mean somethin
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And TRU niggas make the world go round
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Pick up the black history book and can't seem to put it down
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Black leaders gettin struck down at they peak
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Open your eyes, that unliberated shit is weak
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And throw em up if you a soldier, I told ya
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We goin burn this bitch down cause these holocaust days is over
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Chorus x4
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It's like a jungle out there baby.
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>From the motherfuckin streets to the motherfuckin top of the world.
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Shit ain't goin change boy.
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You got the eye on you, even open the eyes is worse for your life.
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You need to maintain ya know what I'm sayin so keep it real.
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And to all my thugs in the grave we miss yall.
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I blow a kiss.
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I give a toast to the niggas I miss the most.
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My thug niggas, my real niggas, huh.
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Black leaders, keep doin what your doin.
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Nigga P, keep doin what your doin nigga.
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And you know me.
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I'm a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood.
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For the ghetto nigga.
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Till I'm dead and gone.
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Until then, I'm a smoke weed, get high, pour out some liquor.
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Huh, for the real niggas, you know.
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Keep it real cause uhh, I told yall.
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Huh, it's like a jungle out chea nigga.
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And ya know.
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It's like a motherfuckin jungle.
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Nigga, huh, keep it real, pack that steel.
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Peace.
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Like a Jungle
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C-Murder |