the insane here we go again from the goddamn backstreets a sick muthafucka one time cant beat two stoges to the click labeled alb the billman low and the goddamn g my nigga the black got it all on hit got it proper fuck a copper gotta goddamn clip now ad got it like this to be smooth it aint what you know but what you can prove thats why i finally drew the conclusion a crazy nigga trapped in the world of confusion want a black man in a bad neighborhood where young thugs are up to no good sweating like a slave to become a damn master never had a father figure labeled as a bastard raised like a soldier on a nonstop battlefield couldnt come up short so a nigga got ill see my homie died didnt know what it meant to be a damn victim of the environment my hair got long and my brain got strong thats why a nigga started writing these songs never ever once liked vice kicking niggas on the ass wont be nothing nice niggas had to strive and sacrifice cause the game aint easy believe that and not everybody got your damn back hit a gate to avoid going upstate dont be fake and please dont perpetrate cause perpetrators dont last long me and mac told you that in the last song i got caught on a murder beef kicked in the brain got thrown in the penn now they label me the insane the insane hauling thin in the hall take a nigga all in niggas fear my evil grin i just sit in my cell and write and think about my hood every day and every night laying on my back doing my ten year stretch i thought id be the one that vice couldnt catch but i was wrong now im singing that sad song damn a gangsta in the ghetto dont last long i think about the fun i had then laugh i aint even tripping got a fin and a half im only thirteen ill be out when im twenty three my mother dont even come up here and visit me now im eighteen and two quarters im hitting three more days and im off to san quentin i aint scared young ad come prepared ill punk out any muthafucka that stared niggas straight trip me out and call me cutie life aint easy in the penn for a new booty so i just sit by myself in my cell hell is the ghetto but jail is the real hell i turned twenty three now im back on the streets im back slanging dope been out for three weeks the fiends are saying ad rock where have you been i started cutting boulders off im steadily serving my product to the crack fiends and im seeing muthafuckas die on the black scene aint worried bout that cause im checking my grip nigga owed me money so he got his ass whipped it aint cause he owed me and cause he said he wouldnt pay me so i beat him down in front of his lady and his baby a ruthless muthafucka straight checked in the grind i dont care about yours muthafucka you got mine life is a game and ad is winning and if you fall off the world its still spinning thats why im clocking my thangs like a g aint never been a hustla like a d im up to ten os and im rolling like bart a muthafuckin midtown g to the heart im selling weight to the new jack hustlas and im exterminating all punk bustas i gotta call from the mac to drop off a kit i thought id be in and out real quick but it didnt flow smooth nigga pulled a ho move luckily i had my best friend the uze i shot the mexican in the head two times i busted his bitch in the face and went for mines i couldnt believe it he was my amigo i took his ten keys out his el camino i loaded up my ride and i hit the way way i noticed two chips straight trailing the a they threw on they lights so i tried to play it cool but they pulled me out the car and straight ran a jack move they found the ten cakes plus the u z i now im in the penn and im straight facing life but thats okay cause im still strong im stuck in the penn but the story goes on the insane the insane