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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,288
Peak in subgenre #733
Author
Self
Rights
Keene Ave
Uploaded
April 14, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:29
Lyrics
(Verse one) Deluxe:
Welcome to the struggle (aiyo)
This the concert jungle (Ut-Oooo)
Different parts, of different pieces, making up the same puzzle (come on)
Skinny ninja, in a world of muscle (Ooooo)
Stayed, in a world of trouble (let’s go)
1982, raised in the years of hustle (fasho)
Flipped ounces, copped doubles
Just enough to stop the rumbles (O”)
Use to sale my packs in bundles (aiyo)
Concealed in plastic funnel (come on)
ain’t shit humble in the struggle ( no-no)
Get murdered on the double (come on)
If you trip, or if you fumble (wow)
In the wrong parts of the jungle ( let’s go)
Sirens, and gun shots (pop-pop-pop)
Avenues, and side block (cops)
The school of hard knocks (yes)
Pavement like lava rocks (sizzling)
Meaning that the streets is hot (ouch!!)
Feeling like I’m being watched (hop outs-hop outs)
By jealous men, and fatly cops (fagots)
Steal chest, iron glock (thunder)
You know the deal, you know the plot (come on)
Fens out round the clock (let’s go)
Trying to lock the block, and stack a not
Before they rayed the spot (Oh!!!)
Picture me in a coup drop (un-huh)
Shining like a west watch (un-huh)
Dickeys on flip-flops (un-huh)
I make the coup hop scotch (get’em)
(Chores inner conversation)
Naw, killa you lost me right there
With all that shinning trash,
Ain’t no shining in the hood, and you know that
Streets is cold, Cats go frozen hearts out here
They some real garillas about the scrilla
I want you to take it back to the top and bless on the hood
Bless’em on the hood, tell’em how it go down
(Verse two) Deluxe:
I walk the path of a gorilla (come on)
Sipping on a cold Millers (let’s go)
In the heart of winter, (freezing)
Screaming, that your woods in more sicker (get them)
In presents of stone killers,
City goons, and hard hitters (salute)
Your aroma unformelur
Plus you tipsy off the liquor (it’s over)
Vultures praying of your scrilla (ummm!!!)
And for the end, these apes a kill ya (yep)
Banana pill ya
Let the earth conceal ya
Turn you into chop chinchilla (my niggas)
The young wolves a splits ya (come on)
Send the pigs’ team to get ya (let’s go)
Did I paint a perfect picture? (Ooo)
Am I getting through nigga? (Let’s go)
Bout to get a little sicker
Hibernating for the winter
Crossing shit rivers
Eyeing nijja (spot him killer)
I’ll eat they little ass for diner
Got beef, and I know it’s tender
Dealing with a crime affender
Tall, black, husky nijja
If you want come, and get me killer
