Welcome to the Concrete Jungle - Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana

Welcome to the concrete jungle

Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles

And they all tryin' to cause me trouble

Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle

Aight, aight, hold up, drummer

Where you get that shit form nigga

Man, that’s exclusive

Run that, they fuck back, aight

Welcome to the concrete jungle

Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles

And they all tryin' to cause me trouble

Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle

Back up off me shorty, if not, surely

That piece’ll come off me shortly

My hood breed ganstaz boy

You wanna be down

Let’s see now, no thank you, boy

My niggaz’ll fish fillet you, boy

Than go and tell ya moms to get the paper boy

Ya son is just no longer a paper boy

He’s front page on the paper boy, read about it

Extra, extra read about it

But we get twisted laugh and smoke weed about it

And can’t nobody do a thing about it?

'Cuz they’ll be in the same boat, literally the same road

Floatin' across the same sea

Through the same water, don’t fuck wit them same G’s

Don’t fuck wit that man, please

Don’t fuck wit his money, don’t fuck wit his gang breed

Aim squeeze, Wayne be on the back street

Shotty on the back seat, fuck 'em if you ask me

Make 'em look but them niggaz can’t look past me

Past the weed to the next nigga, that’s me

Let’s see P E N C A M G

21 inches and I got them bitches skindy

Temp me and any thing can happen, I ain’t rapper

I ain’t shootin' at you, soldiers, bitch, I’m goin' for the captin'

I ain’t shootin' at yo' shoulders, bitch, I’m goin' for ya cap

And I won’t stop cappin' to yo' wings, start flappin'

And you, you’re just angel in the streets full of gangtas

And me I’m from the home where murder make ya famous

And I think, I’m 'bout 2 get that trech off the hanger

And the mask out the door but I’ll neva have to bang

I’m a straight playa, if you love her, don’t bring her

I’ll tell her lil' shit like I can make her ass a singer

And she believe that we back at the crib

She like, how it shoot if it’s plastic fo' real

I’m like fall back, ma, ya ass can get chilled

Then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill

I smoke Beverly hills what eva that kills

And leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel, yeah

Step and I will step in ya grill, yeah

And leave a nigga wit that heavenly, field