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J-Dawg f Insane - Animosity of a Gangsta

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Chorus (Insane):

My black brother, we must, take a chill
And stop bein`, so damned hostile, tryin` to kill
Hangin`, hustlin`, on the corner, all of the time
But the feds don`t much slow down, cuz animosity is all you find

First Verse (J-Dawg):

Look
You must have thought that you stopped the man
I pull a strap from my belt and straight dropped a man
Moms trippin` cuz she heard that I done popped a man
But Ma, why these muthafuckas gotta knock a man?
I`m on the block, curb servin` with the rocks in hand
It`s 3 o` clock and already I done clocked a grand
Puttin` food in my Grandmama pots and pans
Hangin` with criminals, growin` plots and plans
Talkin` bout niggas shootin` pool and don`t plot to stance
Cross the boss, you and the Devil got`z to dance
When it`s over you ain`t goin` to the Doctor man
Cuz where you goin`, you gone be covered with lots of sand
Shots to land, I hustle cuz I got`z too man
Burnin` trees, gettin` higher than the Rasta man
Popo`s done caught me smugglin` and contrabands
I`m dead wrong, on the phone with Johnnie Coch-er-ran
>From that O.J. shit, he got lots of fans
Under pressure, time to dress up for the block again
Now watch the plan
Unfold
Mama pray for my soul
I`m burnin` in Hell for tryin` to survive in the World that`s so cold

Chorus

Second Verse (J-Dawg):

This World is colder than a Polar Bear
Collect my thoughts before I toss it back and roll up a square
You don`t scare me nigga, I know all you`re blowin` is air
Now I`m a fugitive because of what I hold in the air
I have to be all dressed in black, come and show you the care
And I`ll be bustin` at the church before the opening prayer
And ain`t no holdin` me there
And even though it ain`t fair
They find me guilty, I`m still walkin`, fool I smoke with the mayor
So fuck a load in the air
Just come and roll to the square
You cross the camp, you best to bail cuz you provokin` a bear
Never start lovin` bitches legs until I opened a pair
But now I`m fiendin` for the pussy, blowin` smoke in the air
But watchin` out for burnin` bushes like I`m smokin` up there
Ain`t have no nuts when I was nine, I had to grow me a pair
So throw up a flare
And tell Mama pray for my soul
I`m burnin` in Hell from tryin` to survive in the World that`s so cold

Chorus

Third Verse (Insane):

When I catch you, bitches know I make it hard to return
Bitch I`m Insane, you heard of me, the one that slaughtered your chirren
And popos, makin` this paper thing harder to earn
I`m like Jesus, still waitin` on my Father`s return
Makin` paper stacks, skills, slangin` water that burn
A million and one camp niggas beauguardin` your firm
Remember the time, we came to home and Brian slaughted some sherm?
Heard the game`s to be sold, it`s gone cost you to learn
I`m watchin` "Friday" thinkin` Big Worm`s a dog for that perm
Fuckin` bitches on the floor, now I got carpeted burn
I hate a bitch with a pussy lookin` like it`s crawlin` with worms
I keep a six pack of rubber and alcohol for the germs
Cuz this AIDS shit`s definately cause for concern
In the game of Life you gotta label it a loss of a turn
Crosses gone burn
Tell my Mama pray for my soul
I`m burnin` in Hell from tryin` to survive in the World that`s so cold

Chorus

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