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Chorus (Insane):
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My black brother, we must, take a chill
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And stop bein', so damned hostile, tryin' to kill
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Hangin', hustlin', on the corner, all of the time
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But the feds don't much slow down, cuz animosity is all you find
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First Verse (J-Dawg):
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Look
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You must have thought that you stopped the man
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I pull a strap from my belt and straight dropped a man
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Moms trippin' cuz she heard that I done popped a man
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But Ma, why these muthafuckas gotta knock a man?
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I'm on the block, curb servin' with the rocks in hand
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It's 3 o' clock and already I done clocked a grand
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Puttin' food in my Grandmama pots and pans
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Hangin' with criminals, growin' plots and plans
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Talkin' bout niggas shootin' pool and don't plot to stance
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Cross the boss, you and the Devil got'z to dance
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When it's over you ain't goin' to the Doctor man
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Cuz where you goin', you gone be covered with lots of sand
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Shots to land, I hustle cuz I got'z too man
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Burnin' trees, gettin' higher than the Rasta man
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Popo's done caught me smugglin' and contrabands
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I'm dead wrong, on the phone with Johnnie Coch-er-ran
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>From that O.J. shit, he got lots of fans
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Under pressure, time to dress up for the block again
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Now watch the plan
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Unfold
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Mama pray for my soul
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I'm burnin' in Hell for tryin' to survive in the World that's so cold
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Chorus
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Second Verse (J-Dawg):
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This World is colder than a Polar Bear
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Collect my thoughts before I toss it back and roll up a square
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You don't scare me nigga, I know all you're blowin' is air
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Now I'm a fugitive because of what I hold in the air
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I have to be all dressed in black, come and show you the care
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And I'll be bustin' at the church before the opening prayer
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And ain't no holdin' me there
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And even though it ain't fair
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They find me guilty, I'm still walkin', fool I smoke with the mayor
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So fuck a load in the air
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Just come and roll to the square
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You cross the camp, you best to bail cuz you provokin' a bear
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Never start lovin' bitches legs until I opened a pair
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But now I'm fiendin' for the pussy, blowin' smoke in the air
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But watchin' out for burnin' bushes like I'm smokin' up there
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Ain't have no nuts when I was nine, I had to grow me a pair
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So throw up a flare
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And tell Mama pray for my soul
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I'm burnin' in Hell from tryin' to survive in the World that's so cold
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Chorus
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Third Verse (Insane):
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When I catch you, bitches know I make it hard to return
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Bitch I'm Insane, you heard of me, the one that slaughtered your chirren
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And popos, makin' this paper thing harder to earn
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I'm like Jesus, still waitin' on my Father's return
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Makin' paper stacks, skills, slangin' water that burn
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A million and one camp niggas beauguardin' your firm
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Remember the time, we came to home and Brian slaughted some sherm?
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Heard the game's to be sold, it's gone cost you to learn
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I'm watchin' "Friday" thinkin' Big Worm's a dog for that perm
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Fuckin' bitches on the floor, now I got carpeted burn
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I hate a bitch with a pussy lookin' like it's crawlin' with worms
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I keep a six pack of rubber and alcohol for the germs
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Cuz this AIDS shit's definately cause for concern
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In the game of Life you gotta label it a loss of a turn
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Crosses gone burn
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Tell my Mama pray for my soul
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I'm burnin' in Hell from tryin' to survive in the World that's so cold
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Chorus
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Animosity of a Gangsta
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J-Dawg |