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