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c murder - like a jungle lyrics

i’m here to let the whole world know i’m hard to control.
you can’t conquer my soul.
bossalinie, a living legend.
with physical evidence of a world full of curroption and greed.

chorus
it’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
how i keep from going under, i keep from going under x2

random deaths on the block, young n-gg- packin glocks
picture me a tru n-gg-, visualizing fools dying quicker
murder murder’s in the heart of every killer
take a look into his eyes, it’s evidence of a h-m-cide
life’s get tooken faster then the egg leave the womb
consider me in danger cause i know i’m dying soon
twenty five years incarceration if i pull it
bring the yellow tape, n-gg-s can’t overcome my bullet
went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage
jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave
i’m b-mpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis
can’t sleep with nightmares of dead faces
f-ck the man in the mirror, i don’t trust him
check his weapon, he’s ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle
that’s why i turn my head and leave him lonely
he phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremony

chorus x2

i take a deep breath as i blaze this weed mixed with hashes
and trippin how the outlawz smoked tupac ashes
my n-gg- bad azz laid it down
he told me “c, real n-gg-s goin always be around”
livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls
and much love to the motherf-ckin outlaws
back stage choppin game with sean dogg and snoop dogg
and to my thugs in the grave, we miss yall
i give a toast to you soldiers, you ain’t die for nothin
i read the bible, it said every death mean somethin
and tru n-gg-s make the world go round
pick up the black history book and can’t seem to put it down
black leaders gettin struck down at they peak
open your eyes, that unliberated sh-t is weak
and throw em up if you a soldier, i told ya
we goin burn this b-tch down cause these holocaust days is over

chorus x4

it’s like a jungle out there baby.
>from the motherf-ckin streets to the motherf-ckin top of the world.
sh-t ain’t goin change boy.
you got the eye on you, even open the eyes is worse for your life.
you need to maintain ya know what i’m sayin so keep it real.
and to all my thugs in the grave we miss yall.
i blow a kiss.
i give a toast to the n-gg-s i miss the most.
my thug n-gg-s, my real n-gg-s, huh.
black leaders, keep doin what your doin.
n-gg- p, keep doin what your doin n-gg-.
and you know me.
i’m a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood.
for the ghetto n-gg-.
till i’m dead and gone.
until then, i’m a smoke weed, get high, pour out some liquor.
huh, for the real n-gg-s, you know.
keep it real cause uhh, i told yall.
huh, it’s like a jungle out chea n-gg-.
and ya know.
it’s like a motherf-ckin jungle.
n-gg-, huh, keep it real, pack that steel.
peace.

- c murder lyrics

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