C-murder Like A Jungle Lyrics

Like A Jungle Lyrics

I'm here to let the whole world know I'm hard to control. 
You can't conquer my soul. 
Bossalinie, a living legend. 
With physical evidence of a world full of curroption and greed. 
 
Chorus 
It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder  
How I keep from going under, I keep from going under x2 
 
Random deaths on the block, young nigga packin glocks 
Picture me a TRU nigga, visualizing fools dying quicker 
Murder murder's in the heart of every killer 
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence of a homocide 
Life's get tooken faster then the egg leave the womb 
Consider me in danger cause I know I'm dying soon 
Twenty five years incarceration if I pull it 
Bring the yellow tape, niggas can't overcome my bullet 
Went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage 
Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave 
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis 
Can't sleep with nightmares of dead faces 
f**k the man in the mirror, I don't trust him 
Check his weapon, he's ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle 
That's why I turn my head and leave him lonely 
He phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremony 
 
Chorus x2 
 
I take a deep breath as I blaze this weed mixed with hashes 
And trippin how the Outlawz smoked Tupac ashes 
My nigga Bad Azz laid it down 
He told me "C, real niggas goin always be around" 
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls 
And much love to the motherf**kin outlaws 
Back stage choppin game with Sean Dogg and Snoop Dogg 
And to my thugs in the grave, we miss yall 
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't die for nothin 
I read the Bible, it said every death mean somethin 
And TRU niggas make the world go round 
Pick up the black history book and can't seem to put it down 
Black leaders gettin struck down at they peak 
Open your eyes, that unliberated sh*t is weak 
And throw em up if you a soldier, I told ya 
We goin burn this bit*h down cause these holocaust days is over 
 
Chorus x4 
 
It's like a jungle out there baby. 
>From the motherf**kin streets to the motherf**kin top of the world. 
Shit ain't goin change boy. 
You got the eye on you, even open the eyes is worse for your life. 
You need to maintain ya know what I'm sayin so keep it real. 
And to all my thugs in the grave we miss yall. 
I blow a kiss. 
I give a toast to the niggas I miss the most. 
My thug niggas, my real niggas, huh. 
Black leaders, keep doin what your doin. 
Nigga P, keep doin what your doin nigga. 
And you know me. 
I'm a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood. 
For the ghetto nigga. 
Till I'm dead and gone. 
Until then, I'm a smoke weed, get high, pour out some liquor. 
Huh, for the real niggas, you know. 
Keep it real cause uhh, I told yall. 
Huh, it's like a jungle out chea nigga. 
And ya know. 
It's like a motherf**kin jungle. 
Nigga, huh, keep it real, pack that steel. 
Peace.