Da Jungle (Explicit)

Jungle (Explicit) - Cam'ron/T.I./Yo Gotti

Lyrics by：Cameron Giles/Clifford Joseph Harris Jr./Mario Sentell Giden Mims

Composed by：Cameron Giles/Clifford Joseph Harris Jr./Mario Sentell Giden Mims

Yes

Trump

My nigga wolf treat the tombs like a second home

It don't matter the charges nigga get them on

Now sugar dug a lot in a who style

Tried to tell him the game grizzy like new now

That's why I train young boys by second grain

They treat the street like a durac tryna catch a wave

Back of the mousoline I stretch away

Got in a quarter mill I had better days

Me and my homies man we've been real

Order the order I'm moving just like a wind shield

Yeah and I don't care how the rest feel

I'm like bishop and juice don't make me press steal

And these rappers in front hope they rhyme in heaven

Made my first 2 mil back in 97

Agonize the rapper got a picture on the wall

Tray center in the porche that's in the 9-11

That's where I'm from the jungle

Yeah yeah

That's where I'm from the jungle

Yeah yeah

Lenic side baby

Yeah yeah eyah

I'm from where the strong prey upon the weak

Where the lions teach their babies

Bite before they grow they teeth

They say the world dog eat dog huh

Well where I'm from we all eat dog bro

Come from the jungle learn how to hustle from hunger

Keep my money in bundles keep

A gun that's humungous

Predators are among us oldest

Down to the youngest

We hunting hope to be stunting

Turning nothing into something

Get hundreds from going out of bounds

Jackals throw a lot around

Trappers get the pounds and run'em

In and out of town

I'm from the a where quarter

Halves whole things you get

Get your paper straight

In the jungle the mighty jungle

That's where I'm from

That's where I'm from the jungle

Yeah yeah

That's where I'm from the jungle

Yeah yeah

That's where I'm from the jungle

Yeah yeah

Lenic side baby

I'm from the heart of the city

No meant it we 'bout to trap life

Shooters this the pass that air right

Girl come was a win

Twierl come was a twice

They jump to high

Hunger and I got bricks a year

Survivor of the feeling feeling nigga

I'm the realest

I was 3rd got yo merk got yo memory tears

Well she hard I could touch the bricks

And imma always put my nigga

Before the ***** home

I run the house you run around

And when the ***** home

I run the trap you hustling

Backwards they ain't she home

8 is a number game homey you ain't willing

Where I'm from

Where I'm from

Where I'm from

Where I'm from

Where I'm from

On the mighty jungle

Where I'm from

On the mighty jungle

Where I'm from

On the mighty jungle

Where I'm from

On the mighty jungle

Where I'm from

On the mighty jungle

Where I'm from

On the mighty jungle

Where I'm from

On the mighty jungle