David Hasselhoff: Animosity of a gangsta

Chorus (Insane):My black brother, we must, take a chillAnd stop bein', so damned hostile, tryin' to killHangin', hustlin', on the corner, all of the timeBut the feds don't much slow down, cuz animosity is all you findFirst Verse (J-Dawg):LookYou must have thought that you stopped the manI pull a strap from my belt and straight dropped a manMoms trippin' cuz she heard that I done popped a manBut Ma, why these muthafuckas gotta knock a man?I'm on the block, curb servin' with the rocks in handIt's 3 o' clock and already I done clocked a grandPuttin' food in my Grandmama pots and pansHangin' with criminals, growin' plots and plansTalkin' bout niggas shootin' pool and don't plot to stanceCross the boss, you and the Devil got'z to danceWhen it's over you ain't goin' to the Doctor manCuz where you goin', you gone be covered with lots of sandShots to land, I hustle cuz I got'z too manBurnin' trees, gettin' higher than the Rasta manPopo's done caught me smugglin' and contrabandsI'm dead wrong, on the phone with Johnnie Coch-er-ran>From that O.J. shit, he got lots of fansUnder pressure, time to dress up for the block againNow watch the planUnfoldMama pray for my soulI'm burnin' in Hell for tryin' to survive in the World that's so coldChorusSecond Verse (J-Dawg):This World is colder than a Polar BearCollect my thoughts before I toss it back and roll up a squareYou don't scare me nigga, I know all you're blowin' is airNow I'm a fugitive because of what I hold in the airI have to be all dressed in black, come and show you the careAnd I'll be bustin' at the church before the opening prayerAnd ain't no holdin' me thereAnd even though it ain't fairThey find me guilty, I'm still walkin', fool I smoke with the mayorSo fuck a load in the airJust come and roll to the squareYou cross the camp, you best to bail cuz you provokin' a bearNever start lovin' bitches legs until I opened a pairBut now I'm fiendin' for the pussy, blowin' smoke in the airBut watchin' out for burnin' bushes like I'm smokin' up thereAin't have no nuts when I was nine, I had to grow me a pairSo throw up a flareAnd tell Mama pray for my soulI'm burnin' in Hell from tryin' to survive in the World that's so coldChorusThird Verse (Insane):When I catch you, bitches know I make it hard to returnBitch I'm Insane, you heard of me, the one that slaughtered your chirrenAnd popos, makin' this paper thing harder to earnI'm like Jesus, still waitin' on my Father's returnMakin' paper stacks, skills, slangin' water that burnA million and one camp niggas beauguardin' your firmRemember the time, we came to home and Brian slaughted some sherm?Heard the game's to be sold, it's gone cost you to learnI'm watchin' "Friday" thinkin' Big Worm's a dog for that permFuckin' bitches on the floor, now I got carpeted burnI hate a bitch with a pussy lookin' like it's crawlin' with wormsI keep a six pack of rubber and alcohol for the germsCuz this AIDS shit's definately cause for concernIn the game of Life you gotta label it a loss of a turnCrosses gone burnTell my Mama pray for my soulI'm burnin' in Hell from tryin' to survive in the World that's so coldChorus