CONCRETE JUNGLE HUNTAZ E

What's up, G? Landed on the track again to make another fucking Hit. Used to my barrel quick up in a nigga Shit. Never beat your ass, but if you ever Try to fuck with me. Shorty gripping MC Spade, Rocking up the tracks, you see. Bust up on they ass in the motherfucking nine-four. Still saying fuck you to my dads wearing spooky Clothes. Colors on my ass 'cause they know I'm Doing stacks quick. Try me, I want hundreds where they know I'm Yeah, I'm trick. Watch 'em, watch 'em, lot of Coppers riding, trying to capture feds. Some type of nigga be shooting at they sissy Heads. If you're toned out, gotta have a hidden Weapon, see. Jackin' ass playing motherfuckers get To steppin', G. Pop the hammer back, Get to shooting at a cop car. Listen, nigga, stop, get this shit here, gon' never Stop. New York City, fuck the po', you know What I gotta do. Fuck these run niggas, buck the law. Buck the law, Buck the law. I still got my Glock 'cause The feds is the enemy. Street niggas still looking for me from that Jerry Robinson. Got the diamond blades, Got the cash, got it in my big pants. On your ass quick, I gots to hit the Stash. Cops try to get me, then they pull Up in my trap house. Nigga turned the lights off, but I see them Demons quick. My nigga up tell him, "Baby got a problem Quick." Spade, you got your Glock? Hand me the ammo and the smokey sticks. Say bro with the S on deck, pull me To the other side. Spade shooting the window, Used to be a honest livin'. Robbers playing bitches in the motherfucking city Streets. Niggas got a big trap set up, Making niggas speaking up. Making loads of shot up, nigga, Spade still on Top of it. I know you motherfuckers could stupid, Glock'll take you. Caribbean slow my clip, Coming straight to you for taking slug to your Chest, buck the law.