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.