concrete jungle

(Intro) Yeah, yeah, uh, We out here in the jungle, where the strong survive. NYC, drill, let’s get it. (Verse 1) Concrete jungle, yeah, we run the block, Skyscrapers high, but we movin’ in the fog. From the Bronx to Brooklyn, we don’t ever stop, NY drill, heavy hitters on the top. Late night creepin', hoodie zipped up tight, Catch me on the A-train, ridin’ through the night. City never sleep, we be livin’ in the hype, Feel that bass hit when I grip that mic. Uptown to Queens, yeah, we ride on the beat, Grind don’t quit, gotta move on your feet. Hustle in the blood, yeah, we keep it elite, And if you cross the line, it’s curtains in the street. (Chorus) Welcome to the jungle, steel and chrome, Where the wolves run wild and the streets is home. NYC grind, yeah, we stand alone, Drill in the veins, we was born in stone. Concrete jungle, we don’t play, Drill in the boroughs, every night, every day. From the projects to the Heights, we make ‘em sway, NYC drill, in the field, no delay. (Verse 2) Southside breathin', Harlem on the rise, Kings on the corner, you can see it in our eyes. Knuckle up quick, you get buried in lies, Real ones movin’, only fakes in disguise. Grit in the air, feel the heat on the block, Cops roll by, but they ain’t gon’ stop. We built for the hustle, we built for the grind, Cash rules everything, that paper on our mind. Glocks in the stash, but we focused on the bag, Never catch us slippin’, always movin’ with the swag. From the gutter to the top, yeah, we pullin' up in mags, City on my back, can’t afford to lag. (Chorus) Welcome to the jungle, steel and chrome, Where the wolves run wild and the streets is home. NYC grind, yeah, we stand alone, Drill in the veins, we was born in stone. Concrete jungle, we don’t play, Drill in the boroughs, every night, every day. From the projects to the Heights, we make ‘em sway, NYC drill, in the field, no delay. (Bridge) Streets get cold, but the heat stay lit, East to the west, we movin’ legit. Hunnid deep when we step, you know the clique, Play with the fam, we empty the clip. Subway screechin’, rats in the night, City full of dreams, but the grind’s on sight. Tear down the block, yeah, we built for the fight, From Flatbush to Staten, we livin’ that life.