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Juelz Santana & Lil Wayne



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Juelz Santana & Lil Wayne

Welcome to the concrete jungle

Welcome to the concrete jungle
Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles
And they all tryna cause me trouble
Got the big tray 8 long nose no hussle
Hold up Drama
Where you get that shit from nigga
Man, that's exclusive
Run that the fuck back
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles
And they all tryna cause me trouble
Got the big tray 8 long nose no hussle
Back up off me shorty
If not, surely
The piece will come off me shortly
My hood breed gangstas boy
You wanna be there?
Let's see there, no thank you boy
My niggas will fish fillet you boy
They goin to your moms to get the paper boy
Your son is no longer just a paperboy
He's the front page on the paper, boy
Read about him
Extra, extra, read about it
While we get twisted, laugh, and smoke weed about it
Can't nobody do a thing about it
Cuz they'll be in the same boat
Literally the same boat
Floatin cross the same sea
Through the same water
Don't fuck with them same g's
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Don't fuck with that man please
Don't fuck with his money, don't fuck with his gang please
Aim squeez
Wayne be on them backstreets
Shorty on the back seat
Fuck em if you ask me
Take a look, but them niggas can't look past me
Pass the weed to the next nigga, that's me
Let's see, B-E-N-C-A-M-G
21 inches and I got them bitches skin deep
Temp me and anything can happen
I ain't rappin, I ain't shootin at your soldiers bitch
I'm goin for the captain
I ain't shootin at your soldiers bitch, I'm goin for your captain
Won't stop cappin till your wings start flappin
You're just an angel in the streets full of gangstas
Me I'm from the home world, murder make you famous
I'm about to get that trench of the hang
And them ass out the drawer, but I never had to bang
I'm a straight playa, if you love her don't bring her
I tell her a little shit like I can make her ass a singer
And she believe that and we back at the crib
She like how we shoot if that's... for real
Like, far back and my ass need to chill
Then she rolled on my dick like an extacy pill
I smoke Beverly Hills, whatever that kills
And leave a nigga with a heavenly feel
Step in our will step on your grill
Yeah, leave a nigga with a heavenly feel