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mobsquad nard – jungle lyrics

[chorus x 6: 1200 yak]
it goes down in that jungle

[verse 1: mobsquad nard]
b-tch i’m loaded posted on third street
pops on my line west first street
sh-t hot i called up dre beezy
cuh come scoop me cuh cuz my play need me
gotta dirty pistol witta lotta rounds
pops thru da city brung about a pound
a n-gg- hit my line a say he need to sco
hang up on em i need to kno
i b gettin fetti in da jungle n-gg-
got a pistol on me never fumble n-gg-
i ain’t never had to play up under n-gg-s
got my own grind i f-ck wit wonder n-gg-s
mob boss up and runnin n-gg-
me n 12 yak finna punish n-gg-s
dre n dread gettin money n-gg-
n-gg- datz bloodline 100 n-gg-
all us in unti house on a p-ssy mattress in da jungle n-gg-
grim in nucci in a stolen car new jersey drive bout slumpin n-gg-s
brian sell dope all day n kept straight drop for dem cluckas n-gg-
and comin up dem was my favorite cousins got my game from em i love da n-gg-s
in my daddy house a n-gg- stole zips a n-gg- stole pounds cinnabon ya n-gg-
go outside a n-gg- best friend got sentenced life last monday n-gg-
keep my fye its a dirty world n-gg- it’s man down on a sunday n-gg-
keep k!llers round cuz dey comin n-gg-
real n-gg-z round me no funny n-gg-s

[chorus ]

[verse 2: 1200 yak]

[verse 3: mobsquad nard]
at nighttime it be dead quiet when da k!llaz slide in yo section n-gg-
and dey turnt up want dead bodies got da bullets flying no questions n-gg-
n deez dawg hoes f-ck 10 n-gg-s n 2 days off back page better keep a rubber for protection n-gg-
better keep a cutter for protection thuggin
in my city n-gg- check da murder rate
police k!lling so much murder play
i just bought my chick another 38
she hate to have to crack a n-gg- vertebrate
i was gettin money wit her cousin
pull off from the jungle pop em for da 38
never been da one to have a dirty face
i mob boss a n-gg- for da dirty cake
i’m finna turn my section into california
call me boston george but witta dirty kay
i been up n runnin doin numbers ion feed leach n-gg-s i on servem weight
n-gg- keep da money in da cicle game from da old n-gg-s is the dirty way
street n-gg-s call da sh-t da gutta way
choppa hitchu make u do a cutaway
n-gg- round dis b-tch dead broke dead bored dying bout notta thang
catch grand theft no joy stick no bond money it’s not a game
lotta p-ssy n-gg-s in dat jungle lyin behind clothes doors they not a mane
all da drugs n-gg-s runnin outta brains
all da thug n-gg-s tryna run it up it goes down

- mobsquad nard lyrics

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