Lyrics:
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
of boys, smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision, but he would soon become a mogul but
First he brought that crack back like a yo-yo though
Don't
& Magnolia
[Juvenile]:
I'm in the jungle, of niggas that's lookin' for static,
Two niggas stuck and jackin' just to support his habit,
Them people
the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced
of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who
floor by floor
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
name ringing in cities they gotta hear about me
And my hittas right by my side do go nowhere without em
Gripin on the iron I'm riding
Don't go nowhere
shot by myself never needed no help I’m get it all by myself I’m grind by myself
Mill ticket I’m trying get it I gotta make it out da city
Niggas
times
We living just enough (living just enough)
Just enough for the city (for the city)
Just enough for the city
In the jungle, I make moves like
Gunchesta got a city Full of barrettas
They live by da sword
Mad man's vendetta
(X2)
Verse 2
If you live by da sword then you die by da sword
It don't
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
the petals off wild flower patches,
Magic happens!
Behold, pity the lowlife parish.
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horse-drawn carriage by
depends though
If you wanted out or in though
just remember that the jungle
Out for blood and it gets shed though
Inner city where it's sinful
Where
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
might need a little time for concentration
Only hang with stars
So my whole gang can form a constellation
Growing up
I never got no prize for no
Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood
Blood, blood, blood blood
You coulda from Rema, or ya come from Jungle
You coulda come from Fire House
Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood
Blood, blood, blood blood
You coulda from Rema, or ya come from Jungle
You coulda come from Fire House
Running round like animals in city soaked in ashes
If you wanna be with me I could need you now
It's a jungle out there and the teeth are out.
Find
Running round like animals in city soaked in ashes
If you wanna be with me I could need you now
It's a jungle out there and the teeth are out.
Find
of a jungle
Animal instinct, mass-staria
Friends, the idle brain is a devil's playground
Trouble (oh we got trouble)
Right here in River City (right here
Welcome to my jungle, full of mongrels, seen what a gun do, uh
Concrete city that I run through, if I don't know you, I don't trust you, uh
Deep into
in my ear, "This ain't life, just ecstasy"
Razor gleam of neon teeth, city's pulse, a feverish thrum
Dopamine symphony in veins, concrete jungle's
of a jungle
Animal instinct, mass-staria
Friends, the idle brain is a devil's playground
Trouble (oh we got trouble)
Right here in River City (right here
back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal
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