Tonalità: Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Am
Yeah,
Dm
New York undercover baby
Am
Whole lotta things done changed
Dm
Yeah, there's a lot of people put
Am
tin' black eyes in the game
Dm
Knahmean, time to do this though
Verse 2
Am
Check it, I had a block locked,
Dm
but took a fall now I'm off my feet
Am
Dm
I gotta eat, so it's back to
these fuckin' streets
And I will grow cause I'm an old timer
Am
Dm
I bring the drama to any nigga,
C
his babies or his fuckin' mama
Am
Dm
I got a look like Tev in Campbell
But still I gamble,
Am
hustle and scramble
Dm
Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
Am
Dm
And in order to make it, you gotta take it
Be the boom, blast booze,
C
bend or break it but don't fake it
Am
That's why there's no guilt for
Dm
these trife niggas bloods I spilt
Am
Took what they built,
Dm
flippin' they drug game on tilt
Cause in New York,
dealin drugs is a sport
Am
Dm
You either sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort,
C
either way you're caught
Am
Dm
And since I'm in it, now I'm in
Am
it to win it; sky's is the limit
Dm
No more being some
motherfucker's lieutenant
Am
Dm
Shit, from this point that's how I feel,
I wanna fly
C
Yeah, it's either doe or die
Verse 3
Am
It's like a jungle sometimes
Dm
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
Verse 4
How I keep from going under
Am
It's like a jungle sometimes
Dm
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
C
How I keep from going under
Verse 5
Am
Dm
And all hoods I hang with mixed slang
in they language
Am
Love, kickin' that gang shit,
Dm
sellin' on the same strip
Am
Dm
Hustlin' hard,
no matter how much we hated
Am
So dedicated,
Dm
C
even our dreams are drug related
Am
Shit, puff bananas,
Dm
Am
not even the cops can stand us
'Cause of the way we vanish,
Dm
Am
everytime they come to can us
Dm
25 we get the money live,
Am
fuck all that funny jive
Dm
Gm
C
The streets is our only source to survive
Am
And before any teeny- boppers
Dm
think about tryin to stop us
Am
I rather put your head,
Dm
through the propellers of a helicopter
Am
Cause all my peeps be play
Dm
in' for keeps
Am
Dm
Straight out the litter, so bitter
Gm
These bandits don't
C
even need sweets
Dm
Bringin' the ruckus,
like some mad motherfuckers
Am
Move at night like truckers
Dm
When suckers see us, they duck us
Shit, only the real can relate to
Am
things a hungry man'll, try
C
It's either doe or die
Verse 6
Am
It's like a jungle sometimes
Dm
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
Am
The weed smoke makes me wonder
Dm
How I keep from going under
Verse 7
Am
It's like a jungle sometimes
Dm
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Verse 8
Dm
And 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,
C
payin' him tops not to run me in
Am
Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster
Dm
Am
Havin hoes playin me closer,
Dm
sexin on a silk sofa
Am
Dm
Livin the life of the rich
and trife
Am
Dm
Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
C
Without stress from some bitchin wife
Am
What a life,
Dm
that's why I be on what I be on
Am
Always ready to war for a score
Dm
that's sure to put me on
Am
And until then,
Dm
I won't seal in what I'm feelin
C
It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin
Am
I'm goin all out,
Dm
Am
until I fallout; so much of a menace
Dm
When I finish milkin New York
I'll have to fall out
Am
Dm
On the run, cause I know
feds'll try to knock me
Am
Dm
And railroad my soul to a
C
hellhole if they got me
Am
But not me,
Dm
I'm goin out fightin until I fry
Am
From hot lead no lie,
Dm
Am
Dm
like I said it's either doe or die
Verse 9
Am
It's like a jungle sometimes
Dm
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
Am
The weed smoke makes me wonder
Dm
How I keep from going under
Verse 10
Am
Visualizin' the realism
of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest,
Dm
a person's status depends on salary
Verse 11
Am
It's like a jungle sometimes The weed smoke makes
me wonder
Dm
Am
How I keep from going under
Verse 12
Am
If not why not
Either you're in it,
Dm
or your in the way Baby Pah
New yields, no quills
Outro 1
I want it all
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
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