I dont wanna cry no mo so its on.
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u caught up in the mode of the new Jim Jones
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problems in the world make mary jane a hit
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young mothafuckas gettin raised like pits.
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nigga can you feel the hatred, i want you to die.
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creepin bolo, always solo, chewy got me high
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my eyes are low, my heart is cold, my stare will cause you pain
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my niggas, man they want to think these records ...?
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problems in the world make niggas wanna kill
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so i slang my rope just to make a joint to break you off the real
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foul rat daddies make my mind go smash
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niggas smoke all day, but still about they cash
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are u a killa, or are you a fake ass nigga (nigga)
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dirty like a worm (worm), slimy like a caterpillar (caterpillar)
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mind full of hatred.. killa!(killa!)
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and if they dont come, go n get em! (go get em!)
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its like world war 3 in the mothafuckin zone
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and anything goes when street lights come on
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and i'm sweatin, every nite sleepin no noise
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always mad, never glad, indo brings me joy
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so lay down to your mothafuckin nemesis (lay it down)
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you say u caught me? then ima ask for witnesses (witnesses)
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its like enter the dragon, i creep like bruce
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callin all cars, cop/got killa on the loose
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once in my scope, there aint no hope, cos i dont care.
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you walkin now, but when u see me, picture wheel chair
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because my bear hug be fuckin off your vertebrae
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and now you lookin like a cat on the freeway
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you start actin like a child and imma call you 'son'
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you try to play me like a bitch and imma cut yo tongue
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and i aint ever met a nigga that aint lied about pussy to this day
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but i aint trippin, mothafucka roll a J
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cos i dont give a fuck, nigga whats the score
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i got mines and nigga, i want yours
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they rat head mothafuckas get government cheesed
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and get the full extent of punishment by any ..|higher means?|
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so i'm livin like a dope dealer poppin in his prime
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and example mothafucka that had dope came in '89
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its like FUCK YOU MAHN, CRACK COCAINE!
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that one hitter quitter done got yo brain
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now its only poppin, there aint no stoppin
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money comes first nigga bodies start droppin
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niggas get hit like they comin across the middle
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cos i aint got no time for no mothafuckin riddle
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cos bullshit walks, and money talks loud
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smilin shows weakness, so niggas dont smile
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mind full of hatred, gonna think rite
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nigga i'm head huntin, mothafuck yo life!
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its like peeka boo peeka boo, nigga i see ya
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but what i got for ya foo, i wouldnt wanna be ya
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the 6'6 killa whale's in the cuts, like starsky n hutch
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and i'm puffin on skunk. so nigga knuckle up and ur grill u better guard
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cos imma try to stick you like a snitch on the yard
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i walk my walk i talk my talk and sometimes i mite give orders
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deceptacons, get ready to roll on all these transformers
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cos niggas dont care, they takin chewy to the brain
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mind full of hatred, off that cane to the face
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bow down u little bitch here to taste
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respect gets took like staggitory rape
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and its on, voices goin off in my dome
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steady gettin high in my caddy all chrome
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CHIT CHATTA! mothafuckas really dont matter
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niggas get beat like pancake batter
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cracked like egg, fried like pork
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i got niggas runnin east, west, south, n north
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like a compass, yo life dont mean shit to me, fuck it
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mind full of hatred smokin chewy in a bucket
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these cockaroach fucks get eat like fish
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skinned like shrimp, beat then lynched
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cos fool I'm know to rip shit, and fool I'm known to burn shit
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and all that other bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned with
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FUCK EM.
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FUCK EM.
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Mind Full Of Hatred
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| Andre Nickatina |
