animosity of a gangsta

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

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

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

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