Insane N Da Brain

(Chorus: Gangsta Blac)
Smoked out, Loced out, Insane in the brain

(Verse 1: Lil Jyule)
Ana for you lemon lames
Bustas with that flaugin' mane
Rollin on yo turf you claim
Hollow points into your brain
Leave you layin dead, in the hood that you claimin' ho
? test the fuckin tec, ? test the forty fo
If you brotha want some static, he can test the automatic
Tre eight o is in my hand
Anxious just a killer man
Playa hatin imitating niggas ? like they hard
Maybe thats the reason playa Jyule ?
Playa haters I don't need, ho I wanna make you bleed
Lettin these scrubs smoke you out, now they clean outta weed
Broke as fuck is how you be
Playa hatin R I C
Hang yo head low as hell, everytime you see ?
Ho you know I'm never slippin
Keefing blunts got me trippin
Lookin for that busta cuz he due for a Glock
Bustin hollow points, as I blast on yo mothafuckin ass
Coolin off my tec cuz mac Jyule got the last laugh

(Chorus: Gangsta Blac)
Smoked out, Loced out, Insane in the brain

(Verse 2: Crenshaw)
Crenshaw killers on the mic
Ready to smoke another sack
Slangin that caine just an everyday thang
Get the water boy, lets make this crack
R I C and ?
Hoppin out the bushes you ain't lookin gangsta watch you ?
On yo mothafuckin ass
Crenshaw blast just another case
Crusin' down ? tec and watch it spray
Pop you drop you leave you dead
In the ? full of slugs
Nizzine on my hip nigga don't you slip cuz niggas show no love
Balled up in the club
Dressed to kill, ski mask in my coat
Nigga talkin shit, take him to the back
Put him on his knees, get da shank
And split his throat
Vamp like a killa should
Test my nine I wish you would
Clip fulla hollow tips leave you in da ditch smellin' up da neighbourhood

(Verse 3: Tommy Wright III)
Hangin up out of the window the chevy sunroof with the attitude tricks better move out the way when I spray bodies takin up space we ain't missin no mission put a hole in yo face
Catch a case, I ain't scared
Tommy Wright and Lil Jyule

(Verse 4)
Smoked out, loced out, insane in the brain
Drop it fast, poppin six
Love my gangsta, hater, beat, assassinate, premeditate
The trigger is squeezed there's no escape
You violate, I penetrate
The motherfuckin bullets inside your face
Don't fuck with me, this R-I-C
I am I what I am what I is'll never be
Cause a killer don't stall, a killer don't fall
To fuck your ass up instantly
Well I'm hated by few, loved by some
But you all better show respect
From the ratta-tatta-bang the ratta-tatta-boom
The rat-tat-tat from the motherfuckin Tec
With a Mac blunt, or mack junt
Smokin' mad blunts just to keep him mad crunk
When I hold it in my throat I will choke from the smoke
Ain't no truth in your trade, ain't no future when you front
Cause I'm real with my steel
I still ? or deal to the beat
Thought you hard, nothin' left
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I don't understand why my conscious keep sayin (just kill a man)
But I never lose sleep cause it kill or be killed
My whole life is a gamble why the fuck do I live
I'ma rob ima mob ima steal ima kill ima swang ima bang ain't no motherfuckin thang