f/ Insane

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
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