Like A Jungle Lyrics - C-murder

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 

Fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 shit is weak 

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

We goin burn this bitch down cause these holocaust days is over 

Chorus x4 

It's like a jungle out there baby. 

>From the motherfuckin streets to the motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin jungle. 

Nigga, huh, keep it real, pack that steel. 

Peace.