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South Central Cartel - Concrete Jungle lyrics
[YOUNG PROD:]
 Nigga what (jungle)
 South Central
 You have heard of that
 Real shit, nigga (jungle)
 That Cartel shit (Cartel - jungle)
 I jumped in this - I handle business
 You can't get rid of this
 You feelin' this?
 Nigga what! 
 It's something about bein' affiliated
 Hate this, hate it
 I peep him while I'm fade it - laid back, cock the gage
 React the blaze in
 Let him feel like hot buck shots - close range
 Keep it movin' all, nigga stop
 Money got this dummies, gunnin' at me, eyes close
 Bitch's runnin' his mouth too much, he wanna High Roll
 I know only I know, where the dough?
 Hold the heat, blast with the dome, lay him low
 Nigga know how to do that deal
 Vietnam warfare like the Staples but take you there
 Should to middle with the South Central blocks
 Where everybody snorts herb, shoot up and smoke up rocks
 But that's home
 And I'll - roam in till I'm gone
 In a zone from them herb clouds comin' straight out the bone
 Welcome to the concrete jungle
 Where money more important than living your life humble
 Where bitches treat you like gumbo
 And niggas steady tryin' to gun you
 Cause they hate it what you stand for
 It's the concrete jungle... 
[YOUNG PROD:]
 Full Clipp quick to pull it
 Pull out them verbalize bullets
 Hollow points that ain't got to, what I'm gonna pull it?
 The concrete jungle where niggas rumble over weak raid
 Tear it up, park
 A hollow hold through your heart
 It's the live death become?
 Pourin' 40 dips around, that's won't you gon' be
 That you realize I wanna baptize in your chest with some of this
 And some of these
 All of these niggas nuthin' but cheese
[PRODEJE:]
... bastardsSouth Central Cartel - Concrete Jungle - http://motolyrics.com/south-central-cartel/concrete-jungle-lyrics.html
 Niggas transformer like a mixture
 I'm comin' way to punk you like the quickster
 Pop you like a blister
 Load the hollow heads give 'em to ya
 Treat you like my [?] do ya
 The homie [?] to ya
 But I'ma run through you, want smoke
 You'll recognize the real before you hit the front door
 You fuckin' with the Prodigal
 By elevatin' game got ya
 Through a wick laugh and still cocked ya
 Welcome to the concrete jungle
 Where money more important than living your life humble
 Where bitches treat you like gumbo
 And niggas steady tryin' to gun you
 Cause they hate it what you stand for
 It's the concrete jungle... 
[PRODEJE:]
 You make [?] me hit the back door
 Duck the floor hits
 Hit the school gates in a hurry
 Lay my mom [?]
 But now I'm ghetto fab in a half
 Count low money with my style
 Niggas make me laugh
 But me and Young Prod knows the math
 Make 'em bow down, feel the wrath
 Acts 'em like the craft
 Makin' nigga's tongue hit the floor
 The S.C. through the gun smoke
 We doin' for the paid and the?
 That sucker-ass nigga ain't a playas
 We livin' got the game for the haters
 Stompin' in my black Chucks
 Servin' cavi to the clucks
 For me [?] the bumper fuck
 Having bad look nigga
 Sticky fingers all in my twist
 Cause they use the nigga like this
 I bring you how I love it
 Gangsta Prod nigga how you love it
 This shit to make the other niggas [?]
 Welcome to the concrete jungle
 Where money more important than living your life humble
 Where bitches treat you like gumbo
 And niggas steady tryin' to gun you
 Cause they hate it what you stand for
 It's the concrete jungle...









