[Chorus: Priddy Ugly]
Dead jungle
Where cocky niggas get humbled
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
And killers don't scare my uncles, yah
Dead jungle
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
Tear muscle, get your head crumbled
If you black then we all share a struggle
[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
Blood diamonds
The woods teach you to love violence
A lotta hood niggas really love dyin'
Loud cries, the guns not silent, guns unlicensed
Drunk diallin'
Before I die, need at least one island
Climb trees, we don't need to pump iron
We got orangutans that crush lions, dawg
When you at the bottom and it's rotten
Know it's common, who the poorest is
They often put us in a coffin after pickin' cotton
We were poor as shit
My city feel like Gotham, they forgot that we were plottin'
Couldn't afford the kicks
Picking flowers like a florist did
Why you burning trees, where the forest is?
Who'd you call?
When you cannot trust the police or the law
Who's involved?
You call for help, the popo makin' booty calls
These goons evolved, when duty calls you know the clues dissolve
They shoot your calve and your problem never really truly solved
Bless the native youth
Walk on water with some gator shoes
Fuck were you when we were fightin' sabretooths?
Streets are hot, you gotta play it cool
You not a boss if you don't pay your troops
If they kill you, then you made them shoot
I move with an ape or two
They end your life to get the latest shoes
Dead jungle
Where cocky niggas get humbled
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
And killers don't scare my uncles, yah
Dead jungle
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
Tear muscle, get your head crumbled
If you black then we all share a struggle
[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
Blood diamonds
The woods teach you to love violence
A lotta hood niggas really love dyin'
Loud cries, the guns not silent, guns unlicensed
Drunk diallin'
Before I die, need at least one island
Climb trees, we don't need to pump iron
We got orangutans that crush lions, dawg
When you at the bottom and it's rotten
Know it's common, who the poorest is
They often put us in a coffin after pickin' cotton
We were poor as shit
My city feel like Gotham, they forgot that we were plottin'
Couldn't afford the kicks
Picking flowers like a florist did
Why you burning trees, where the forest is?
Who'd you call?
When you cannot trust the police or the law
Who's involved?
You call for help, the popo makin' booty calls
These goons evolved, when duty calls you know the clues dissolve
They shoot your calve and your problem never really truly solved
Bless the native youth
Walk on water with some gator shoes
Fuck were you when we were fightin' sabretooths?
Streets are hot, you gotta play it cool
You not a boss if you don't pay your troops
If they kill you, then you made them shoot
I move with an ape or two
They end your life to get the latest shoes
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