Like a Jungle C-Murder (Ft. Mo B. Dick)

I'm here to let the whole world know I'm hard to control
You can't conquer my soul
Bossalinie, a living legend
With physical evidence of a world full of curroption and greed

[Chorus]
It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under, I keep from going under x2

Random deaths on the block, young nigga packin Glocks
Picture me a TRU nigga, visualizing fools dying quicker
Murder murder's in the heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence of a homocide
Life's get tooken faster then the egg leave the womb
Consider me in danger cause I know I'm dying soon
Twenty five years incarceration if I pull it
Bring the yellow tape, niggas can't overcome my bullet
Went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage
Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis
Can't sleep with nightmares of dead faces
Fuck the man in the mirror, I don't trust him
Check his weapon, he's ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle
That's why I turn my head and leave him lonely
He phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremony