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[Intro]

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[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

Uh, this ain't spitting, this is monkey flipping

We keep guns on hip and, you don't want no friction

And of course we still run the shit and

No toilet bowl nigga, we still dopest shitting

On silly competition with their weak compilations

We be thirty deep, it's easy, we'll stomp your face in

Two hundred cash for them cars we racin'

And we want the cash even though its the root of Satan

Debatin', they love the way I floss 'em

The chicks say he's awesome, with no prejudice, it's just

I love a sexy bitch

White, black, yellow, purple, have them on some X and shit

Double stack, hopping out the bubble back

Porsche motherfucker, get your thoughts mother fucker

And some say I'm bipolar cause I stay high like the solar

[Hook: Jim Jones]

This is the concrete jungle, the game don't fumble

Stand tall like Mutombo, reporting like Bryant Gumble

And, I hope my name don't fumble out your mouth

Watch you mouth if the cops do come through

This is the concrete jungle, the game don't fumble

Stand tall like Mutombo

[Interlude]

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[Verse 2: Curren$y]

I'm a money machine, counting rap dollars at a sickening volume

While losers was counting on me not popping

Suckas was getting pissed since I was plotting

On taking ownership of all of this and I almost got it

Haters bump me on the low and don't tell nobody about it

Fuck it though, not another bar for the suckers

My bucket low, Arizona Grape flavored

In my cup holder, these cars may look alike

But yours is much slower, this the big dog motor

Should have saved up for it, but fools be in a rush

To touch something quick, you took the easy route

And copped a fucking V-6 with your lame ass

I'm pouring liquor on your bitches, Spitta, Dame Dash

Homeboy that's church like stained glass

Old school super goose, no brake pads

Go into the store and get some papers when the rain pass

Yeah

[Hook: Jim Jones]

This is the concrete jungle, the game don't fumble

Stand tall like Mutombo, reporting like Bryant Gumble

And, I hope my name don't fumble out your mouth

Watch you mouth if the cops do come through

This is the concrete jungle, the game don't fumble

Stand tall like Mutombo

[Outro]

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