Concrete Jungle

[Intro: Troy Ave] I just wanna feel the beat I just wanna feel the beat Uh huh [Hook: Troy Ave] Truth is, they ain't tellin' truth about nothin' Ribs don't lie on a man when they touchin' I ain't gonna lie; I took hand in destruction Shots gonna fly at the end of my discussion I'm tired of bein' hungry, my bread startin' to crumble I just wanna ball, all these niggas do is fumble The weak gonna die and the real gonna rumble When you livin' in this concrete jungle, word up [Verse 1: Pusha T] I was born in the era of heroin and freebase Crack changed the hustle, I seen it reshape See, my type of superhero didn't need capes I've seen the keys of life carried in a briefcase They should've briefed us, told us where the backroad would lead us Money had us second-guessing Jesus As we pray to false gods at the Ceasar's With a fake smile like these black leaders Kwame kill pack, top peeled back A raisin in the sun; a nigga still black Although it's polish on it, my shit is still trap They try to camouflage it; my phone is still tapped As it should be, connect call and I come runnin' We ran through the ribbon how we won from it (Yeughk) All this damage I done done from it The best to ever do it; I'm just one from it (Big!) [Hook] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Troy Ave, I have surfaced, nigga I was bored with the wave of these circus niggas Crown down clown; he with purpose, nigga Dope boy swag ain't on purpose, nigga County of the kings wish he birthed this nigga Baby, I'm ready, let's Levert this nigga Bought a big-body Benz off of birds this winter I got red bottoms, too; mine's from murders, nigga Hot stepper, pot setter, Pyrexer I measure, see and test it, my pleasure Align treasure, rubber band every rack Double band every five 'til it's six layin' flat Give a dap and I'm gone, gat in my home Runnin' base, you ain't safe 'til yo' ass get it home Major league dealin' with this caine I pitch Fuck your three-strike laws, come and get this hit [Hook] [Verse 3: Troy Ave] Might as well, real niggas in the building Block sales, crack cocaine dealings Word up, back down, little bitch 36 on the waist for holdin' the four-fifth I let it go; that's truer than your religion Hella blow; we movin' it with precision Broke nigga, hate; I'm cool with that decision Hit 'em with the MAC; they wish it was a collision Yukon trucks, Yukon bucks Drove out the CT, price went up Fiends got higher, supplied that fire Countin' the proceeds and my eyes got wider See, see, this what I'm talkin' 'bout Get money, fuck what these fuck niggas talkin' 'bout Truth is they ain't tellin' truth about nothin' BSB niggas never frontin', forreal