Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war
Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore
I see a problem with the people, they let government rob em
Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen
See you was there every year when i needed you
I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do
My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings
Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings
Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool
Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school
They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends
For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,
Than i rob you and smoke all your herb
Making a movie, spike work
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