Текст (слова) песни: J-Dawg f Insane - Animosity of a Gangsta

 
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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