[Chorus x 6: 1200 Yak]

It goes down in that jungle

[Verse 1: MobSquad Nard]

Bitch I'm loaded posted on third street

Pops on my line west first street

Shit 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 nigga hit my line a say he need to sco

Hang up on em I need to kno

I b gettin fetti in da jungle nigga

Got a Pistol on me never fumble nigga

I ain't never had to play up under niggas

Got my own grind I fuck wit wonder niggas

Mob Boss up and runnin nigga

Me n 12 yak finna punish niggas

Dre n Dread gettin money nigga

Nigga datz bloodline 100 nigga

All us in Unti house on a pissy mattress in da jungle nigga

Grim in nucci in a stolen car New Jersey drive bout slumpin niggas

Brian sell dope all day N kept straight drop for dem cluckas nigga

And comin up dem was my favorite cousins got my game from em I love da niggas

In my daddy house a nigga stole zips a nigga stole pounds Cinnabon ya nigga

Go outside a nigga best friend got sentenced life last Monday nigga

Keep my fye its a dirty world nigga it's man down on a Sunday nigga

Keep killers round cuz dey comin nigga

Real NIGGAZ round me no funny niggas

[Chorus ]

[Verse 2: 1200 yak]

[Verse 3: MobSquad Nard]

At nighttime it be dead quiet when da Killaz slide in yo section nigga

And dey turnt up want dead bodies got da bullets flying no questions nigga

N Deez dawg hoes fuck 10 niggas n 2 days off back page better keep a rubber for protection nigga

Better keep a cutter for protection thuggin

In my city nigga check da murder rate

Police killing so much murder play

I just bought my chick another 38

She hate to have to crack a nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas I on servem weight

Nigga keep da money in da cicle game from da old niggas is the dirty way

Street niggas call da shit da gutta way

Choppa hitchu make u do a cutaway

Nigga round dis bitch dead broke dead bored dying bout notta thang

Catch grand theft no joy stick no bond money it's not a game

Lotta pussy niggas in dat jungle lyin behind clothes doors they not a mane

All da drugs niggas runnin outta brains

All da thug niggas tryna run it up it goes down