| Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
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| G’s up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
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| New York’s mine
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| Can it be it was all so simple
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| Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin through
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| I lost my fitted when the wind blew
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| Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons
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| Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene
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| Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
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| What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
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| Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind
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| Now I’m in my prime like 36 Chambers
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| Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers
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| Don’t say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning
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| Party til the morning, to the last call
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| Go hard, nigga, 'cause when it rain it starts pouring
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| You a nigga sleep, like you snoring
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| My niggas creep like they crawling
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| Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?
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| See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
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| Heat’s to your skull, 'cause this time, it’s on
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| (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
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| Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you’re gone
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| (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
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| You live by the sword, you die by the sword
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| (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
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| Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
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| Yo, it’s danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch
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| God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods
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| Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
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| Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
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| Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree
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| Deep roots in the street, that’s right, I’m a G
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| These boots don’t walk from the Hill to France
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| Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance
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| Make, killas glance, heads, start popping
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| Police just watch, hoes, start clocking
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| Foes can’t block 'em, your spine is jelly
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| But mine is gully, my insides is ugly
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| And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully
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| It’s Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly
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| And my hands stay steady, I move in silence
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| But I’m, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace
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| See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
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| Heat’s to your skull, 'cause this time, it’s on
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| (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
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| Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you’re gone
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| (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
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| You live by the sword, you die by the sword
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| (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
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| Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
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| Okay, uh, you ain’t that hard to go against U-God
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| Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
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| Walk past your block with my Glock and my iPod
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| Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
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| If it’s a jungle, I’m a silverback, strip down it
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| Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
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| Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
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| It’s like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
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| Humble, but I rumble, bang you
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| Throw up the W, niggas’ll Wu-Tang you
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| D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
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| Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
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| I got paper, I urinate a couple G
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| Whitey’s looking like, who he suppose to be?
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| Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
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| Love crime, U-God, one more time, let’s go
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| See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
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| Heat’s to your skull, 'cause this time, it’s on
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| (It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
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| Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you’re gone
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| (Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
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| You live by the sword, you die by the sword
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| (It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
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| Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em |