Yeah, New York undercover baby
Whole lotta things done changed
Yeah, there's a lot of people puttin' black eyes in the game
Knahmean, time to do this thoughCheck it, I had a block locked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet
I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin' streets
And I will grow 'cause I'm an old timer
I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin' mama
I got a look like Tevin Campbell
But still I gamble, hustle and scramble
'Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
And in order to make it, you gotta take it
Be the boom, blast booze, bend or break it but don't fake it
That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spilt
Took what they built, flippin' they drug game on tilt
'Cause in New York, dealin' drugs is a sport
You either sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort, either way you're caught
And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it; sky's is the limit
No more being some motherfucker's lieutenant
Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
Yeah, it's either doe or dieIt's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going underAnd all hoods I hang with mixed slang in they language
Love, kickin' that gang shit, sellin' on the same strip
Hustlin' hard, no matter how much we hated
So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related
Shit, puff bananas, not even the cops can stand us
'Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us
25 we get the money live, fuck all that funny jive
The streets is our only source to survive
And before any teeny-boppers think about tryin to stop us
I rather put your head, through the propellers of a helicopter
'Cause all my peeps be playin' for keeps
Straight out the litter, so bitter
These bandits don't even need sweets
Bringin' the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers
Move at night like truckers
When suckers see us, they duck us
Shit, only the real can relate to things a hungry man'll, try
It's either doe or dieIt's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going underAnd ever since I was a tarface baby watchin' Scarface
I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase
A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
Plus props from crooked cops, payin' him tops not to run me in
Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster
Havin' hoes playin' me closer, sexin' on a silk sofa
Livin' the life of the rich and trife
Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
Without stress from some bitchin wife
What a life, that's why I be on what I be on
Always ready to war for a score that's sure to put me on
And until then, I won't seal in what I'm feelin
It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin
I'm goin all out, until I fallout, so much of a menace
When I finish milkin New York I'll have to fall out
On the run, cause I know feds'll try to knock me
And railroad my soul to a hellhole if they got me
But not me, I'm goin out fightin until I fry
From hot lead no lie, like I said it's either doe or dieIt's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going underVisualizin' the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salaryIt's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going underIf not why not
Either you're in it, or your in the way Baby Pah
New yields, no quills
I want it all
Songwriters
ANTHONY S CRUZ, CLIFTON CHASE, EDWARD G FLETCHER, JOSEPH JOHNSON, MELVIN GLOVER, SYLVIA ROBINSONPublished by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing