Jungle Lyrics - Cory Gunz

Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle 

And yet there's more to life than misery 

We have to have unity in our community 

We have to work together brothers and sisters 

(I'm from the ghetto) 

Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones 

(Lord knows, I was on the run confused) 

DipSet forever 

(Shit) 

We're talking about a concrete jungle 

(Yeah, it sure is a jungle) 

Life or death, you have to choose life 

(I done seen it all, at least I think I seen it all) 

I'm with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes 

Diesel by the bundles and the hard grams of Caine 

D's when they come through, it's hard to get some change 

Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame 

Yeah, I see the traffic but we dipping on the shoulder 

Winter start to set in, it's only getting colder 

And I miss you all my political soldiers 

Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups 

Damn, I know we caught up in the fast life 

Some like a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipe 

Me, I'm still caught up from last night 

Same clothes from the club on the block getting cash right 

Damn, you know this world full of misery 

Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor be 

Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry 

That's why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers be 

Ain't nothing sweet living in this ghetto 

(Ain't nothing sweet about it) 

Been there, done that, running in the streets 

(Running wild) 

Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride 

Trying to make the most of my hustle 

(I gotta hustle) 

Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams 

(Live out my dreams) 

Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride 

For the coke I would sleep hard 

But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I'm a full-fledged retard 

Was the city block overseer 

Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria 

How many pies I done flipped? I lost count 

How many guys I done gave shit? I lost count 

Holding but I can't ignore cheating 

Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting 

They discussing who'll stretch you for your trees 

For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason 

That's how it is when you make a man 

That's why your man's gotta learn to make himself then you shake his hand 

Man, I'm into catching heavy clams 

And when Dezzy can us when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands 

Ain't gonna be right for your picking jet 

This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette 

Ain't nothing sweet living in this ghetto 

(Ain't nothing sweet about it) 

Been there, done that, running in the streets 

(Running wild) 

Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride 

Trying to make the most of my hustle 

(I gotta hustle) 

Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams 

(Live out my dreams) 

Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride 

I let my temper hit the floor 

I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls 

I'm fond of the juices that marinate they drawers 

My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four 'cause 

If you take us out, the streets will evolve 

Some niggaz they live to eat, some niggaz eat to survive 

And my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energy 

Niggaz that I thought was friends, really the enemy 

Dear Lord, please grant me the serenity 

To accept the things that I cannot change 

Locked up for eight years and ain't join no gangs 

Been converted to true nigga, I'm as real as they come 

And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun 

Put my dick up in the streets but I'm married to the slums 

Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum 

I'm having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums 

Ain't nothing sweet living in this ghetto 

(Ain't nothing sweet about it) 

Been there, done that, running in the streets 

(I'm running young, wild and free) 

Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride 

Trying to make the most of my hustle 

(I'm trying to make the most of my hustle) 

Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams 

(Live out my dreams, live out my dreams) 

Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride 

Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices 

(Oh yeah) 

The jungle is full of everything 

It's the mother and the father of creation 

(Ain't nothing sweet about it) 

But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself 

Do something for yourself, make something of yourself 

That's what time it is 

(Don't let go) 

Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life 

(All my young soldiers) 

Yeah, concrete jungle, I can feel it, I can smell it 

(Sometimes it gets hard) 

Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power 

(Don't let 'em pull your car over) 

Now and forever more 

Making life the way it should be 

Ain't nothing sweet about it 

Make me want to scream and shout it 

But I know I got to hold on and just roll on