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    New yor undercover baby, whole lot of things done changed
    It's alot of people puttin black eyes in the game, know what I mean
    I had my glocked cocked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet
    I gotta eat, so its back to these fuckin streets
    And I will grow cause I'm an old timer
    I bring the drama to any nigga, his baby or his fuckin mama
    I gotta look like Tevin Campbell
    But still I gamble, hustle and scramble
    Cause money is muscle in this damn zoo
    And in order to make it
    You gotta take it
    Be the boom blast boom spin
    Don't break but don't fake it
    That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas blood I spilt
    Took what they built, flippin their drug game on tilt
    Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport
    You either sell, smoke it shoot up or snort
    Anyway your caught
    And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it
    Skies sets the limit
    Ain't no being some motherfucker's lieutenant
    Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
    Yeah, its either doe or die
    Chorus: (Repeat 2X)
    It's like a jungle sometimes
    It's like a jungle sometimes
    It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under
    And other hoods I hang with
    Mix slang in they language
    Love, kickin that gang shit
    Sellin on the same strip
    Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated
    So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related
    Shit, puff bananas
    Not even the cops can stand us
    Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us
    25 we get the money live
    Fuck all that funny jive
    The streets is our only source to survive
    And when corny teeny boppers think about tryin to stop us
    I rather put your head, through the propella of a helicopter
    Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps
    Straight out the litter, so bitter
    These bandits don't even need sweets
    Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers
    Move at night like truckers
    When suckers see us, they duck us
    Shit, only the real can relate to the hungry man I try
    It's either doe or die
    And ever since I was a tarface
    Baby, watchin Scarface
    I dreamed of guns and tons of coke in a car chase
    A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
    Plus props for crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in
    Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster
    Havin hoes playin me closer
    Sex on a silk sofa
    Livin the life of the rich and trife
    Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
    Without stress from some bitchin wife
    What a life
    That's why I be on what I be on
    Always ready a war for
    Score a shoulder put me on
    And until then, I won't sealin what I'm feelin
    It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin
    I'm goin all out
    Until I fallout
    So much of a menace, when I finish
    Bilkin New York, I'll have to call out
    On the run, cause I know feds will try and knock me
    And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me
    But not me
    I'm goin out fightin until I fry
    From hot lead no lie
    Like I said its either doe or die
    Realizin the realism of life and actuality
    Fuck whose the baddest
    Through personal status, through pimps or salary
    If not why not
    Either your in it, or your in the way Baby Pa
    New yields, no quills
    I want it all

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