In the Jungle Cam'ron (Ft. T.I.)

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
At seven years old, had Lees -- they were pinstriped
At twelve, I had a knife for your windpipe
At thirteen, at the stash-house I spent nights
Could be wrong, but since fifteen, I've been right
At seventeen, I ain't care what my friends like
Nineteen was mean, I mean I had Hundred Ten Nike
Airs; twenty one became my money year
Twenty three, I could have been facing two hundred twenty years
Yeah, so let's celebrate, elevate
Roll the vanilla, fella; victory, hella cake
Man, y'all sweeter than Cream Savers, my team's major
O thirteen Range yeah it's a teenager

[Hook]
In the jungle, the mighty jungle

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Then animals that I grew up with
Boy, they'll stink, nigga
It's a few of us left
We'll leave you stink, nigga
Stink nigga, wash up -- you funky fresh
Dirty jeans, wack kicks
No cake, with monkey breath
No kicks, but a face dirty stress
A hundred K, twenty steps
Like the way honey dress
One year, one arrest
Tough charge, never met
Homicide, another death, another mother's son at rest
Mother made a motherfucker for my ranger breath
You get it to do it; man, you ain't done nothing yet
I could become a threat; calico, a hundred wet
Wanna bet? When I make it rain, your whole sun'll set
Doing a show? No prob, I'll book it for him
He ain't want the work, so I took it for him
Ribs, I cook it for him; I'll make you rich and famous
Ask Vato, Robin Leach, he lived for him