Concrete Jungle

By C-Murder

On Trapped in Crime

Released on September 5, 2000

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[Intro: C-Murder & Snoop Dogg]

Hoody-hoo

C-Murder (What's up, nigga?), you know how we do it

No Limit, DPGC (Yeah, TRU Records, what's up?)

For the R2G (Mhm, DPG, nigga)

Yeah, that's right, check this out, my nigga

What? What?

Oh, shit


[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]

I sees the nigga on the tank with the bank and the cash

A house down South where I plants my stash

Gold medallions rocked up with hash

And the best weed you never had, haha

I'm lookin' at my roadie, it's about that time

Master P hooked me up, so now I got to get mine

These diamonds on my neck let you know I'm fine

But, man, I'm so anxious like Ginuwine (So anxious)

Rap labels turn tables, it's all a fable

So many niggas'll sell they soul for a gold cable

I refuse to lose, I walk the walk in G shoes

Spit at you about these issues, I bless you

I'm not here to diss you, the issue is relevant

This cold world'll make you kill a nigga (Kill a nigga)

Especially when it's 'bout a dollar bill, nigga (Dollar bill, nigga)

Do you got it? Do you want it? Do you need it? Or will you get it?

Forget it, Big Snoop Dogg said it (Nigga)

I'm here to shed it

Get down, right now (What?)

TRU motherfuckin' Records is in in effect with the Dogg Pound

World-renowned

And all you niggas from the ghetto lookin' up at me

And can't believe I went from nothin' to somethin', believe it, G

Picture it, see it, touch it

And watch how a real motherfucker does it, I does it


[Chorus: Kokane]

It's like kill or be killed in this here concrete jungle

For Black folks, sometimes love don't love no one

But if I die before it's time, let it be known, let it be shown

That I was true to the game full-blown

Lettin' you know just what I mean


[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]

Yeah, real niggas don't give a fuck

Never switch up, keep it crackin', kick a grave, then

Bang back, lil' homies, don't let 'em cave your chest in

Watch your homie, they waitin' for you to slip

If I was sellin' in your shoes, a nigga woulda been done tripped

Get a G-ride and roll until the sun come up

No second thoughts about my killin', I'm the first to dump

Blue rag damn near in every one of my pockets

Throw it up high in the sky, now you know you can't stop it


[Verse 3: Tray Deee]

It ain't no fakin' on mine, it's what I place on the line

The paper chase is a grind, so ain't no takin' no time

It's all out 'til I fall out, full assault

I'm on a mission with no limits, tryna pull this off

I want it all like my dog, fresh socks and drawers

Bitches jockin' how I ball, Chevy drops that crawl

Blazin' chronic, sippin' tonic 'cause we live for the thrill

On the street totin' heat 'cause it's kill or ce killed


[Chorus: Kokane]

It's like kill or be killed in this here concrete jungle

For Black folks, sometimes love don't love no one

But if I die before it's time, let it be known, let it be shown

That I was true to the game full-blown

Lettin' you know just what I mean


[Verse 4: C-Murder]

I still get spooked when the cops behind me

It's kill or be killed, but them niggas can't find me

It's a test every day, from the South to the West

Niggas mad 'cause my nigga Snoop is labeled the best

(Best what?) OG in the game of rap

And every time that I see him, I give that nigga dap

What's up to my partners Tray Deee and Goldie Loc

Crip motherfuckin' niggas always gon' smoke

In the concrete jungle, man, you know where it's at (Calliope)

It's the place where you wanna leave, don't wanna be at

Believe that, you can check in, but you can't check out

Like Ray, everybody doin' the wrong shit to get paid

You might die, but it all goes along with the job

Even rob, do whatever it takes for you to survive

You a bitch if you snitch to get rich on your friends

But you a true motherfucker, you don't fuck with them pigs


[Chorus: Kokane]

It's like kill or be killed in this here concrete jungle

For Black folks, sometimes love don't love no one

But if I die before it's time, let it be known, let it be shown

That I was true to the game full-blown

Lettin' you know just what I mean


[Outro: C-Murder]

Haha, nigga

What's up, L.T.? Nigga, the beat fire (What's up, whoadie?)

Good lookin' out, you heard me?

And I wanna give a motherfuckin' shout out to my nigga Snoop Deezy (Snoop Dogg, nigga)

What's up? Hah (You heard me?)

The Westside representer, what's up, man? (Mhm)

Lotta love right here (Nothin' but love, nigga)

Motherfuckin' Goldie Loc, Tray Deee came and spit on this shit (Tray Deeezy)

You know what's happenin'

This motherfuckin' DPG shit, nigga (What's up, Dre?)

What's up to all them Westside motherfuckers, you heard me?

All the Eastside, Northside (What's up?)

Motherfuckin' Southside niggas, you heard me? (C-Dog, Silkk the Shocker)

TRU Records, nigga, we lovin' this shit, motherfuckin' million-dollar shit, boy (Nigga, Mac Jones, nigga)

Dreams, livin' out a dream, what's up? (What's up, Maurice Carter?)