money, dried up, no longer running Palace corroded, condemned like all the People that were captive in the trouble that Doubled the self destructive jungle
money, dried up, no longer running palace corroded, condemned like all the people that were captive in the trouble that doubled the self destructive jungle
Bản dịch: Sick Of It All. Jungle.
of money, dried up, no longer running palace corroded, condemned like all the people that were captive in the trouble that doubled the self destructive jungle
It has been, it has been, it has been, it has been It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death,
guns start to run shit Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats
that wake yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It
' for the po po Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a jungle Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for
get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup And yo what, that's right, the God sick wit it Maybe before but right now the kid Louch forget it I'm the
[Jay Dee] Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under my seat, to get it And uh, niggas in their crew sayin im the bullshittin
It's the Diggy Diggy Doc, y'all, pumpin' it yes, y'all D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP
wheel up Out the jungle, doc straight gorilla Bananas, antennas can't pick up My crew is triple P, watch us do it Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-dot, Newark All
otherwise make me uncomfortable I'm peepin' out this jungle full of snakes, tigers and elephants All huntin' the same prey but the chase got them all
Yeah, and I walk it like I talk but I run this shit, yeah run it like a poesy I'm on the A list 'cause I'm all young money You can talk all you want
tellin' y'all how I did it like Derek Rose. It's no sweat. Nigga, hang my coat up in the coat check. The pinewood boatdeck shine when the sun hit it
It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings Whatever homeboy, you want it
niggas to think big I'm been about my business since then so it aint Cheers It aint how we live, it's what he said he did it for Brooklyn This I took
a sweet, I'm fillin' it with keef I'm too high to talk, bitch, keep it real brief If it ain't 'bout money, you ain't even gotta speak I smoke it in the
