Lyrics:
the jungle
You know I can't let up you know I gotta keep my foot up on these niggas neck till they break
I ran out of love now my heart cold I swear sometimes
blew the opportunity
By saying something ass and I've
gotta wash this mouth of mine.
I sure said the wrong thing right then
Try to forgive
I
A lotta time goes by with the Rolex (ah-ha-ha)
Goodbye, you can hold it
One foot in and a one foot out
Hustlin' hard for a hundred pound
I might do
You got me on the wrong track honey.
It’s piling up one by one.
It’s piling up one by one.
You look bluer, do your do or die.
But I ain’t pull
All em all up in my business
They be meddling
One tough act to follow
Y'all don't know by now, you never will
Strengthened by my sorrow
Desperado, I
missin 'cause I would not listen
Confused about my wrong and my rights
They tellin me that time heals wounds though
This wound gon' need some stitches;
'bout the wrong thing
Ya worried 'bout the wrong thing
I don't worry 'bout it, fuck if you take it the wrong way
I'm not amused by these La Di Da Di's
Play wrong stupid fool watch you dance with the devil
My youngin's a go luny toon for a bezel
Stay slanging that iron rocking heavy with metal
I gotta
tried
To jump me but the punk became a victim of a walk by
Fuckin' with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Nigga
back gone have your spine
Right or wrong they down to ride
Win, lose, draw, they by your side
Gun is drawn they would not hide inside the house they
You and I
I run this world so fast
I, I, I
I let my foot stay on the gas
You you you
You walking nowhere going fast
Yeah
And I know
I know
My soul
and foot
I don't want to be no criminal
Still judging ain't in my book
My mama know i ain't no crook
With my music leave 'em shook
Niggas will find you
a legend my style is unique
Yeah put my name on the charts i make nothing but hits
Yeah put my foot on the gas no i cant stop at this
Yeah young
a legend my style is unique
Yeah put my name on the charts i make nothing but hits
Yeah put my foot on the gas no i cant stop at this
Yeah young
all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
For they call me Crooked Jack
The ganger's blue-eyed boy
we're up in here
Best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here
So fuck a foot up in the door
I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man
It
I know we started off on the wrong foot, baby
But when the battle is over victory is sweet
I know you doubted me right from the start
I know this
trading raw stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise look in my eyes
ROUND 1 i shot myself in the foot
Lost my step as the proof
Caught
the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed
Of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).
Show me
in the zone
Drunk by myself
The reason that I want to be alone
Tired of all the things that went wrong
That would have went right if I would have
gonna lose my way
Step by step You lead me day by day
And I'm glad to know that You
Will always see me through
My foot's on solid ground, I trust in You!
there by ya side
Babygirl I know you wanna do better
Continue to pray and just keep ya head up
I know you wanna give up cause you fed up
But keep yo foot
surrounded by ice and I cash out
why am I misunderstood
sometimes it feel like im lost in the woods
take a look under the hood
foot on the gas and im makin you
'm wrong
Oh, oh, oh
They're all waving the white flag and I guess I'm seeing why
By now they've shot all the rounds their sympathy supplied
They've probably
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