[Intro: Jim Jones]Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-twoG's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggleNew York's mine[Jim Jones]Can it be it was all so simpleImagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorughI lost my fitted when the wind blewDown in Miami, when we floss, no WinstonsLooking for some ice cream, hooked on the night sceneWay back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in lineSell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grindNow I'm in my prime like 36 ChambersPull through your block with like thirty-six rangersDon't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warningParty til the morning, to the last callGo hard, nigga, cuz when it rain it starts pouringYou a nigga sleep, like you snoringMy niggas creep like they crawlingPray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?[Chorus: U-God]See me ride and creep through the night in the fogHeat's to your skull, cuz this time, it's on(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the stormSing your goodbyes, cuz this time, you're gone(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the LordYou live by the sword, you die by the sword(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorseAh, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em[U-God]Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek LouchGod got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoodsDrive-by music, watch when the jeep swoopThree wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roofThem dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the treeDeep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a GThese boots don't walk from the Hill to FranceDunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stanceMake, killas glance, heads, start poppingPolice just watch, hoes, start clockingFoes can't block 'em, your spine is jellyBut mine is gully, my insides is uglyAnd I shine with my hat low, behind the skullyIt's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster bellyAnd my hands stay steady, I move in silenceBut I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace[Chorus][Sheek Louch]Ok, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-GodBitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retardWalk past your block with my glock and my iPodHoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover overIf it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down itAston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down itReal hip hop, you looking for it, just found itIt's like punishment, the way a nigga stay groundedHumble, but I rumble, bang youThrow up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang youD-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-DMad bitches in the club, homey, you know meI got paper, I urinate a couple GWhitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny GLove crime, U-God, one more time, let's go[Chorus]