[Verse One]
Well daddy left me in the jungle
Told me mind my business, I'm searching for trouble
Red shirt, dirty overalls, muddier knuckles
Knuckle ash, four-square, block done got hot as a sauna
Sandbox tippin 'round the edges and fall in the lava
Me and my people bagging n***as for practical targets
A couple chicken-heads was clucking adjusting their garments
Garbage
Tumbleweeding off the stoop
Couple junkies under jungle-gyms was tweaking off the juice
Got heads and pot holes
And pills and cracked rocks
A girl from a good home
Met boys from the bad blocks
And now she's out with Peter Piper picking your padlocks
Bottle-popping partners in a schoolyard backdrop
Puberty, Scarface, the pimples connect dots
The boy bullied came back BB's in lunchbox
On some load-aim-fire with his Osh Kosh hat co*ked
Pellet hit the kindergartener who hit the floor
Ricocheted off another s**er, 'nother open sore
On some "Nah, Nah, wa**up"
Heads go up, we bust 'em up
And shots was fired at em while some girls was playing double-dutch
And caught in the crosshairs
Of playground warfare
[Hook]
The Jungle
Told me mind my business, I'm searching for trouble
Red shirt, dirty overalls, muddier knuckles
Knuckle ash, four-square, block done got hot as a sauna
Sandbox tippin 'round the edges
The Monsters
The Jungle
Told me mind my business, I'm searching for trouble
Red shirt, dirty overalls, muddier knuckles
Knuckle ash, four-square, block done got hot as a sauna
Sandbox tippin 'round the edges