Name: Concrete Jungle
Duration: 4 min 35 s
Description: Слушайте песню Concrete Jungle - C-Murder, Big Tray Dee, Snoop Dogg, Kokane, Goldie Loc онлайн с альбома Best Of C-Murder в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:35. Год выхода - 2005

Best Of C-Murder

C-Murder

Big Ed

Master P

Kane and Abel

Silkk the Shocker

Mia X

Fiend

Mystikal

Soldiers

Duck & Run

Mo B. Dick

Makin' Moves

On My Enemies

Bun B

Pimp C

Akickdoe!

Constantly 'N Danger

Magic

Snoop Dogg

Down For My Niggaz

Gangsta Walk

Still Makin' Moves

NL Soulja

Young Ghetto Boy

Picture Me

Big Tray Dee

Kokane

Goldie Loc

Concrete Jungle

Hip-Hop

Yeah, that's right, check this out my nigga

What? what? hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaa

I sees the nigga on the tank with the bank and the cash

A house down South, where I plants my stash

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

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 relevant

Especially one that's 'bout a dollar bill nigga

Do you got it? do you want it? Do you need it?

TRU motherfuckin records (who?) in in effect with the Dogg Pound (DPG)

And all you niggas from the ghetto lookin' up at me

And can't believe I went from nothin' to somethin', believe it G!

And watch how a real motherfucker does it

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

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

Blue rag damp ni'a in every one of my pockets

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

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

And everytime that i see 'em, I get a nigga dept

what's 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 want to leave, don't want to 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

Слушайте песню Concrete Jungle - C-Murder, Big Tray Dee, Snoop Dogg, Kokane, Goldie Loc онлайн с альбома Best Of C-Murder в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:35. Год выхода - 2005

Concrete Jungle

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