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

It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under, I keep from going under

Random deaths on the block, young n**a packin glocks

Picture me a TRU n**a, 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, n**s 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

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I take a deep breath as I blaze this w**d mixed with hashes

And trippin how the Outlawz smoked Tupac ashes

My n**a Bad Azz laid it down

He told me "C, real n**s 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 n**s 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 s**t is weak

And throw em up if you a soldier, I told ya

We goin burn this b**h down cause these holocaust days is over

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It's like a jungle out there baby

>From the motherf**kin streets to the motherf**kin top of the world

S**t 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 n**s I miss the most

My thug n**s, my real n**s, huh

Black leaders, keep doin what your doin

N**a P, keep doin what your doin n**a

And you know me

I'm a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood

For the ghetto n**a

Till I'm dead and gone

Until then, I'm a smoke w**d, get high, pour out some liquor

Huh, for the real n**s, you know

Keep it real cause uhh, I told yall

Huh, it's like a jungle out chea n**a

And ya know

It's like a motherf**kin jungle

N**a, huh, keep it real, pack that steel

Peace