Concrete Jungle - Lyrics - C-***
Corey Miller , better known by his stage name, C-Murder, is an American rapper, singer-songwriter and actor who is currently serving a life sentence in prison for murder. C-Murder is the brother of both Master P & Silkk the Shocker, uncle of rapper-actor Romeo & singer-actress Cymphonique & younger cousin of producer, singer & rapper Mo B. Dick. C-Murder has released eight albums altogether on six different labels, No Limit Records, TRU Records, Koch Records, Asylum Records, RBC Records & Venti Uno. His first platinum album was Life or Death, which was released in 1998.
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Hoody-hoo!
C-***, wassup ***?
You know how we doin
No Limit D-P-G-C
For the R-2-G
Yeah, thats right, check this out my ***
What? what? hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaa
Oh ***
Verse 1: Snoop Dogg
I sees the *** on the tank with the bank and the cash
A house down South, where I plants my stash
Gold medallions locked up with hash
And the best weed you never had, haha
I'm, lookin at mu wody its about that time
Master P hooked me up so now I got to get mine
These diamonds on my neck let you know I'm fine
But man, I'm so anxious like genuine
Rap lables, turn tables, it's all a fable
So many ***'ll sell their soul for a gold cable
I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes
Spit at you about these issues, I bless you
I'm not here to diss you, the issue is relevent
This cold world'll make you kill a ***
Especially one that's 'bout a dollar bill ***
Do you got it? do you want it? Do you need it?
Or will you get it? I get it
Big Snoop Dogg said it (***)
I'm here to shead it , get down
Right now (what?)
TRU *** records (who?) in in effect with the Dogg Pound (DPG)
We're open now
And all you *** from the ghetto lookin' up at me
And can't believe I went from nothin' to somethin', believe it G!
Picture it, see it, touch it
And watch how a real *** does it
Chorus:KoKane
It's like kill or be killed, in this here concrete jungle
For black folks, sometimes no don't love no one
But if I die before it's time, let it be known, let it be shown
I was true to the game full blow
And you know....
Verse 2: Eastsidaz
Goldie Loc:
Yeah, real *** don't give a ***
Wassup? keep it crackin', lil Tray Deee
*** back lil' homies, don't let them get your chest seen
Watch your homies they waitin for you to slip
If I was sellin' in yo' shoes them *** would have been the trip
Ghetto see ridin', rollin' till the sun come up
No second thoughts about my killin'
I'm the first to duck
Blue rag damp ni'a in every one of my pockets
Throwin' up high in the sky
Known you pissed off
Tray Deee:
It ain't no fakin of mine
It's what I place on the line
Paper chase is a crime
So ain't takin' no time
It's all out till I fall out, full assault
I want it all like my dog, fresh socks and growth
*** jockin' how I ball, *** drops the chrome
Blazin' chronic, sippin' tonic, how we live for the three
On the street corner, heat, 'cause it's kill or seek he
chorus
Verse 3: C-***
I'ma steal this boo, when the cops behind me
It's kill or be killed, but them *** can't find me
It's a test everyday, from the South to the West
*** mad, 'cause my *** Snoop is labelled the best
Guess what? OG, in the game of rap
And everytime that i see 'em, I get a *** dept
Whats up, to my partners Tray Deee and Goldie Loc
Quick ***' ***, always gon' smoke
In the concrete jungle, man you know where it's at
It's the place, where you wanna leave, don't wanna be at
Believe that, you can check in, but you can't check out
Like Rae, everybody doin' their own *** to get paid
You might die, but it all, goes along with the job
Even ride, do whatever it takes to survive
You a ***! If you snitch on your friends
But you a true ***, you don't *** with the pigs
chorus
C-*** talks 'till fade
