Mind Full Of Hatred

I don't wanna cry no more so it's on.

You caught up in the mode of the new Jim Jones

Problems of the world make Mary Jane a hit

Young motha fuckas gettin raised like pits.

Nigga, 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 niggas, man they want the dank

These white girls like the 'caine

Problems of the world make niggas wanna kill

So I save my roaches

Make a joint

To break you off the real

Foul rat daddies make my mind go smash

Niggas smoke all day, but still about they cash

Are u a killa,

Or are you a fake ass nigga?

Dirty like a worm

Slimy like a caterpillar

Mind full of hatred... kill em!

And if they don't come, then go n get em!

It's like World war 3 in the motha fuckin zone

An anything goes when street lights come on

And I'm sweatin,

Every night sleepin all 'noid

Always mad, never glad, Indo brings me joy

So lay it down to your motha fuckin nemesis

You say you caught me? Then Imma ask for witnesses

It's like Enter the Dragon, I creep like Bruce

Callin all cars, cop killer on the loose

Once in my scope, there aint no hope, because I don't care.

You walkin now, but when you see me, picture "wheel chair"

Because my bear hug be fuckin 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 bitch and Imma cut yo tongue

And I aint ever met a nigga that aint lied about pussy to this day

But I aint trippin, motha fucka roll a J

Cuz I don't give a fuck, nigga what's the score

I got mines and nigga, I want yours

And rat head motha fuckas get government cheese

And get the full extent of punishment by any fuckin' means

So I'm livin like a dope dealer poppin in his prime

An example motha fucka the dope game in '89

Is like FUCK YOU MANE, CRACK COCAINE!

That one hitter quitter done got yo brain

Now it's on and poppin, it aint no stoppin

Money comes first nigga bodies start droppin

Niggas get hit like they comin across the middle

Cuz I aint got no time for no motha fuckin riddles

Cuz bullshit walks, and money talks loud

Smiling shows weakness, so niggas don't smile

Mind full of hatred, gonna think right

Nigga I'm head huntin, motha fuck yo life!

It's like peek a boo peek a boo, nigga I see ya

But what I got for ya fool, I wouldn't wanna be ya

The 6'6 killa whale's in the cuts, like Starsky and Hutch

And I'm puffin on skunk.

So nigga knuckle up and your grill u better guard

Cuz Imma try to stick you like a snitch on the yard

I walks my walk I talk my talk sometimes I might give orders

Deceptacons, get ready to roll on all these Transformers

Cuz niggas don't care, they takin chewy to the brain

Mind full of hatred, off that 'cane

To the face

Bow down u little bitch here to tape

Respect gets took like statutory rape

And it's on, voices goin off in my dome

Steady gettin high in my Cutty all chrome

CHIT CHATTA! Motha fuckas really don't matter

Niggas get beat like pancake batter

Cracked like eggs, fried like pork

I got niggas runnin east, west, south, and north

Like a compass, yo life don't mean shit to me, fuck it

Mind full of hatred smokin chewy in a bucket

These cock a roach fucks get ate like fish

Skinned like shrimp, beat then lynched

Cuz foo I'm know to rip shit and fool I'm known to burn shit

And all that other bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned with

FUCK EM.

FUCK EM.