Verse 1
[C-bo]
Hit a lick for the year o’bitch
Slipped and got hit for a purse and shit
Niggas smiled and laughed hit the gas and smashed
Surround the corner and count the cash
Murders commited during 2-11 hit
At the liquor store a gang of niggas with afros
Walked in cool grabbed a six pack
Revealed the black steel and yelled jack
Out the front do’
Back on the strip didn’t even give a fuck
About the first lick dumped in the fo’ do’ mob
Bumping forties you know
Ol’ school muthafuckas out to get some dough
Head hudson is where met a few is where they make the hit
Barked into the store and unloaded the clips
They stashed the cash in the car and started smiling
And didn’t see the one times coming out the isle
They didn’t panic they didn’t load up the gun
South area crime is fun

Chorus
It’s like a jungle
Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under
In the garden block
Sixness
They got a nigga
In this shit

Verse 2
[C-bo]
When the money low
All the homies get tilted
To do a jack snatch purses from the women
That’s how it is when your living on the G block
Cuz on the first everybody want to cop a
Half ounce some pound of cocaine
Getting over all the smokers in the dope game
But if you beely smokes you got to survive
Before a G go out and do a homicide
To hit the spot and get a double up
And if your smart you’ll go out and bubble up
Go on the grind for a week or two
To get a dope has some plugged up a crew
Slap some niggas that come up short
You came up the hard way now you’s a hard core
Gangbanga dope dealer and all that
You love your family so much you give them free crack
You buy a caddy benz a rag top
Feeling good with bitches all on your jock
But then break comes then frizzem like
You say fuck it I have to survive

Chorus 2x
It’s like a jungle
Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under
In the garden block
Sixness
They got a nigga
In this shit

Verse 3
You want to go out and have fun
You a gangbanga so you bring along the shotgun
Seeing niggas on the block shooting dice
Loading the gauge cuz the money look nice
Creep up slow jump up and say hit the flo’
Don’t need a ski mask cuz this ain’t no store
Take everyone’s money like a sample
Then shoot everyone’s in the chest for example
Then smash off in your drop like a G
Then go and buy a pint of m.d.
Mad dog 20 20 is the drink you like
Then you see yourself stuck at a crowded red light
Survival your shotgun
There’s no escape you can’t drive you got to run
You feel a shot from behind then hit the ground
Hopping deep in your mind they turn around
But they don’t they keep coming
Get up on you and start gunning
You take a bullet in the chest and in the waste
Then the stomach the throat and then the face
Didn’t you say it’s so hard to survive
You watch your Soul ride one slip and that’s your life