[Chorus x 6: 1200 Yak]
It goes down in that jungle
[Verse 1: MobSquad Nard]
b**h I'm loaded posted on third street
Pops on my line west first street
sh** hot I called up Dre beezy
Cuh come scoop me cuh cuz my play need me
Gotta dirty pistol witta lotta rounds
Pops thru da city brung about a pound
A n***a hit my line a say he need to sco
Hang up on em I need to kno
I b gettin fetti in da jungle n***a
Got a Pistol on me never fumble n***a
I ain't never had to play up under n***as
Got my own grind I f** wit wonder n***as
Mob Boss up and runnin n***a
Me n 12 yak finna punish n***as
Dre n Dread gettin money n***a
n***a datz bloodline 100 n***a
All us in Unti house on a pissy mattress in da jungle n***a
Grim in nucci in a stolen car New Jersey drive bout slumpin n***as
Brian sell dope all day N kept straight drop for dem cluckas n***a
And comin up dem was my favorite cousins got my game from em I love da n***as
In my daddy house a n***a stole zips a n***a stole pounds Cinnabon ya n***a
Go outside a n***a best friend got sentenced life last Monday n***a
Keep my fye its a dirty world n***a it's man down on a Sunday n***a
Keep k**ers round cuz dey comin n***a
Real ni**aZ round me no funny n***as
[Chorus ]
[Verse 2: 1200 yak]
[Verse 3: MobSquad Nard]
At nighttime it be dead quiet when da k**az slide in yo section n***a
And dey turnt up want dead bodies got da bullets flying no questions n***a
N Deez dawg hoes f** 10 n***as n 2 days off back page better keep a rubber for protection n***a
Better keep a cutter for protection thuggin
In my city n***a check da murder rate
Police k**ing so much murder play
I just bought my chick another 38
She hate to have to crack a n***a vertebrate
I was gettin money wit her cousin
Pull off from the jungle pop em for da 38
Never been da one to have a dirty face
I mob boss a n***a for da dirty cake
I'm finna turn my section into California
Call me Boston George but witta dirty Kay
I been up n runnin doin numbers Ion feed leach n***as I on servem weight
n***a keep da money in da cicle game from da old n***as is the dirty way
Street n***as call da sh** da gutta way
Choppa hitchu make u do a cutaway
n***a round dis b**h dead broke dead bored dying bout notta thang
Catch grand theft no joy stick no bond money it's not a game
Lotta p**y n***as in dat jungle lyin behind clothes doors they not a mane
All da d** n***as runnin outta brains
All da thug n***as tryna run it up it goes down