(feat. Juelz Santana)
[Juelz Santana:]
Dipset
Weezy Holla Me
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Welcome To The Concrete Jungle
Got Snakes, Got Bears, Got Lions No Muzzles
And They All Tryin To Cause Me Trouble
Got The Big Tre-8 Long Nose No Muzzle
Back Up Off Me Shorty..If Not, Surely
That Piece'Ll Come Off Me Shortly
My Hood Breed Ganstaz Boy
U Wanna Be Down Lets See Now No Thankyou Boy
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
My Niggaz'Ll Fish Fillet U Boy
Than Go And Tell Ya Moms To Get The Papers Boy
Ya Son Is Just No Longer Just A Paper Boy
He'S Front Page On The Paper Boy(Read About It)
Extra Extra Read About It
But We Get Twisted Laugh And Smoke Weed About It
And Cant Nobody Do A Thing About It
Cuz They'Ll Be In The Same Boat, Literally The Same Road
Floatin Across The Same Sea,
Thru The Same Water, Dont F*ck Wit Them Same G'S,
Dont F*ck Wit That Man Please
Dont F*ck Wit His Money, Dont F*ck Wit His Gang Breed
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Aim Squeeze Wayne Be On The Back Street
Shotty On The Back Seat F*ck 'Em If U Ask Me
They Can Look But Them Niggaz Cant Look Past Me
Past The, Weed To The Next Nigga, Thats Me
Lets See P E N C A M G
21 Inches And I Got Them Bitches Skindy
Temp Me And Any Thing Can Happen I Aint Rapper
I Aint Shootin At The Soldiers Bicth Im Goin For The Captin
I Aint Shootin At Ya Sholders Bicth Im Goin For Ya Cap And
I Wont Stop Cappin To Ya Wings Start Flappin
And You, Youn Just Angel In The Streets Full Of Gangtas And
Me Im From The Home Where Murder Make Ya Famous And
I Think Im Bout 2 Get That Trech Off The Hanger
And That Mask Out The Drawer But I Neva Hide Tha Banga
Im A, Straight Playa If You Love Her Dont Bring Her
I'll Tell Her Lil Shit Like I Can Make Her Ass A Singer
And She, Believe That We Back At The Crib
She Like, How It Shoot If Its Plastic Foreal
Im Like, Fall Back Ma Ya Ass Need to Chill
Then She Rolled On My Dick Like An Ecstasy Pill
I Smoke Beverly Hills Wuteva That Kills
And Leave A Nigga Wit That Heavenly Feel Yeah
Steppin out we gone step in ya grill, Yea
And Leave A Nigga Wit That Heavenly Feel Yeah
DJ Drama and Lil Wayne - Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Lyrics
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(feat. Juelz Santana)
[Juelz Santana:]
Dipset
Weezy Holla Me
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Welcome To The Concrete Jungle
Got Snakes, Got Bears, Got Lions No Muzzles
And They All Tryin To Cause Me Trouble
Got The Big Tre-8 Long Nose No Muzzle
Back Up Off Me Shorty..If Not, Surely
That Piece'Ll Come Off Me Shortly
My Hood Breed Ganstaz Boy
U Wanna Be Down Lets See Now No Thankyou Boy
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
My Niggaz'Ll Fish Fillet U Boy
Than Go And Tell Ya Moms To Get The Papers Boy
Ya Son Is Just No Longer Just A Paper Boy
He'S Front Page On The Paper Boy(Read About It)
Extra Extra Read About It
But We Get Twisted Laugh And Smoke Weed About It
And Cant Nobody Do A Thing About It
Cuz They'Ll Be In The Same Boat, Literally The Same Road
Floatin Across The Same Sea,
Thru The Same Water, Dont F*ck Wit Them Same G'S,
Dont F*ck Wit That Man Please
Dont F*ck Wit His Money, Dont F*ck Wit His Gang Breed
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Aim Squeeze Wayne Be On The Back Street
Shotty On The Back Seat F*ck 'Em If U Ask Me
They Can Look But Them Niggaz Cant Look Past Me
Past The, Weed To The Next Nigga, Thats Me
Lets See P E N C A M G
21 Inches And I Got Them Bitches Skindy
Temp Me And Any Thing Can Happen I Aint Rapper
I Aint Shootin At The Soldiers Bicth Im Goin For The Captin
I Aint Shootin At Ya Sholders Bicth Im Goin For Ya Cap And
I Wont Stop Cappin To Ya Wings Start Flappin
And You, Youn Just Angel In The Streets Full Of Gangtas And
Me Im From The Home Where Murder Make Ya Famous And
I Think Im Bout 2 Get That Trech Off The Hanger
And That Mask Out The Drawer But I Neva Hide Tha Banga
Im A, Straight Playa If You Love Her Dont Bring Her
I'll Tell Her Lil Shit Like I Can Make Her Ass A Singer
And She, Believe That We Back At The Crib
She Like, How It Shoot If Its Plastic Foreal
Im Like, Fall Back Ma Ya Ass Need to Chill
Then She Rolled On My Dick Like An Ecstasy Pill
I Smoke Beverly Hills Wuteva That Kills
And Leave A Nigga Wit That Heavenly Feel Yeah
Steppin out we gone step in ya grill, Yea
And Leave A Nigga Wit That Heavenly Feel Yeah
[Juelz Santana:]
Dipset
Weezy Holla Me
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Welcome To The Concrete Jungle
Got Snakes, Got Bears, Got Lions No Muzzles
And They All Tryin To Cause Me Trouble
Got The Big Tre-8 Long Nose No Muzzle
Back Up Off Me Shorty..If Not, Surely
That Piece'Ll Come Off Me Shortly
My Hood Breed Ganstaz Boy
U Wanna Be Down Lets See Now No Thankyou Boy
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
My Niggaz'Ll Fish Fillet U Boy
Than Go And Tell Ya Moms To Get The Papers Boy
Ya Son Is Just No Longer Just A Paper Boy
He'S Front Page On The Paper Boy(Read About It)
Extra Extra Read About It
But We Get Twisted Laugh And Smoke Weed About It
And Cant Nobody Do A Thing About It
Cuz They'Ll Be In The Same Boat, Literally The Same Road
Floatin Across The Same Sea,
Thru The Same Water, Dont F*ck Wit Them Same G'S,
Dont F*ck Wit That Man Please
Dont F*ck Wit His Money, Dont F*ck Wit His Gang Breed
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Aim Squeeze Wayne Be On The Back Street
Shotty On The Back Seat F*ck 'Em If U Ask Me
They Can Look But Them Niggaz Cant Look Past Me
Past The, Weed To The Next Nigga, Thats Me
Lets See P E N C A M G
21 Inches And I Got Them Bitches Skindy
Temp Me And Any Thing Can Happen I Aint Rapper
I Aint Shootin At The Soldiers Bicth Im Goin For The Captin
I Aint Shootin At Ya Sholders Bicth Im Goin For Ya Cap And
I Wont Stop Cappin To Ya Wings Start Flappin
And You, Youn Just Angel In The Streets Full Of Gangtas And
Me Im From The Home Where Murder Make Ya Famous And
I Think Im Bout 2 Get That Trech Off The Hanger
And That Mask Out The Drawer But I Neva Hide Tha Banga
Im A, Straight Playa If You Love Her Dont Bring Her
I'll Tell Her Lil Shit Like I Can Make Her Ass A Singer
And She, Believe That We Back At The Crib
She Like, How It Shoot If Its Plastic Foreal
Im Like, Fall Back Ma Ya Ass Need to Chill
Then She Rolled On My Dick Like An Ecstasy Pill
I Smoke Beverly Hills Wuteva That Kills
And Leave A Nigga Wit That Heavenly Feel Yeah
Steppin out we gone step in ya grill, Yea
And Leave A Nigga Wit That Heavenly Feel Yeah