Animosity Of A Gangsta

(album: Smokin' & Rollin' - 1997)

[Chorus: Insane]

My black brother, we must, take a chill
And stop being, so damned hostile, trying to kill
Hanging, hustling, 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 tripping cuz she heard that I done popped a man
But Ma, why these muthafuckas gotta knock a man?
I'm on the block, curb serving with the rocks in hand
It's 3 o' clock and already I done clocked a grand
Putting food in my Grandmama pots and pans
Hanging with criminals, growing plots and plans
Talking bout niggas shooting 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 going to the Doctor man
Cuz where you going, you gone be covered with lots of sand
Shots to land, I hustle cuz I got'z too man
Burning trees, getting higher than the Rasta man
Popo's done caught me smuggling 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 burning in Hell for trying 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 blowing 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 busting at the church before the opening prayer
And ain't no holding me there
And even though it ain't fair
They find me guilty, I'm still walking, 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 provoking a bear
Never start loving bitches legs until I opened a pair
But now I'm fiending for the pussy, blowing smoke in the air
But watching out for burning bushes like I'm smoking 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 burning in Hell from trying 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, making this paper thing harder to earn
I'm like Jesus, still waiting on my Father's return
Making paper stacks, skills, slanging water that burn
A million and one camp niggas beauguarding 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 watching "Friday" thinking Big Worm's a dog for that perm
Fucking bitches on the floor, now I got carpeted burn
I hate a bitch with a pussy looking like it's crawling 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 burning in Hell from trying to survive in the World that's so cold

[Chorus]