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andre nickatina - mind full of hatred lyrics

i dont wanna cry no more so its on.
u caught up in the mode of the new jim jones
problems in the world make mary jane a hit
young mothaf-ckas gettin raised like pits.
n-gg- can you feel the hatred, i want you to die.
creepin bolo, always solo, chewy got me high
my eyes are low, my heart is cold, my stare’ll cause you pain
my n-gg-s man they want the dank these white girls like the caine
problems in the world make n-gg-s wanna kill
so i slang my rope just to make a joint to break you off the real
foul rat daddies make my mind go smash
n-gg-s smoke all day, but still about they cash
are u a killa, or are you a fake -ss n-gg- (n-gg-)
dirty like a worm (worm), slimy like a caterpillar (caterpillar)
mind full of hatred. killa!(kill’em!)
and if they dont come then go n get em! (go get em!)
its like world war 3 in the mothaf-ckin zone
and anything goes when street lights come on
and i’m sweatin, every nite sleepin no noise
always mad, never glad, indo brings me joy
so lay down to your mothaf-ckin nemesis (lay it down)
you say u caught me? then ima ask for witnesses (witnesses)
its like enter the dragon, i creep like bruce
callin all cars, cop killa on the loose

once in my scope, there aint no hope, because i dont care.
you walkin now, but when u see me, picture wheel chair
because my bear hug be f-ckin off your vertebrae
and now you lookin like a cat on the freeway
you start actin like a child and imma call you ‘son’
you try to play me like a b-tch and imma cut yo tongue
and i aint ever met a n-gg- that aint lied about p-ssy to this day
but i aint trippin, mothaf-cka roll a j
cos i dont give a f-ck, n-gg- whats the score
i got mines and n-gg- i want yours
they rat head mothaf-ckas get government cheesed
and get the full extent of punishment by any f-ckin means
so i’m livin like a dope dealer poppin in his prime
bit his apple mothaf-cka that dope game in ’89
its like f-ck you mayne, crack cocaine!
that one hitter quitter done got yo brain
now its on it poppin, and aint no stoppin
money comes first n-gg- bodies start droppin
n-gg-s get hit like they comin across the middle
cos i aint got no time for no mothaf-ckin riddles
cos bullsh-t walks, and money talks loud
smilin shows weakness, so n-gg-s dont smile
mind full of hatred, goin off dank right
n-gg- i’m head huntin, mothaf-ck yo life!

its like peeka boo peeka boo, n-gg- i see ya
but what i got for ya fool i wouldnt wanna be ya
the 6’6 killa whale’s in the cuts, like starsky n hutch
and i’m puffin on skunk. so n-gg- knuckle up and ur grill u better guard
cos imma try to stick you like a snitch on the yard
i walk my walk i talk my talk sometimes i mite give orders
deceptacons, get ready to roll on all these transformers
cos n-gg-s dont care they takin chewy to the brain
mind full of hatred, off that caine to the face
bow down u little b-tch hear the tapes
respect gets took like statutory rape
and its on, voices goin off in my dome
steady gettin high in my cuddy all chrome
chit chatta! mothaf-ckas really dont matter
n-gg-s get beat like pancake batter
cracked like egg, fried like pork
i got n-gg-s runnin east, west, south, and north
like a comp-ss, your life dont mean sh-t to me, f-ck it
mind full of hatred smokin chewy in a bucket
these c-ckaroach f-cks get ate like fish
skinned like shrimp, beat then lynched
cos fool i’m known to rip sh-t and fool im known to burn sh-t
and all that other bullsh-t dre dog is not concerned with
f-ck em.
f-ck em.

- andre nickatina lyrics

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