Mind Full Of Hatred Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

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 mothafuckas 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 in the world make niggas 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 

niggas smoke all day, but still about they cash 

are u a killa, or are you a fake ass nigga (nigga) 

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 mothafuckin 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 mothafuckin 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 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, mothafucka roll a J 

cos i dont give a fuck, nigga whats the score 

i got mines and nigga i want yours 

they rat head mothafuckas get government cheesed 

and get the full extent of punishment by any fuckin means 

so i'm livin like a dope dealer poppin in his prime 

Bit his apple mothafucka that dope game in '89 

its like FUCK YOU MAYNE, CRACK COCAINE! 

that one hitter quitter done got yo brain 

now its on it poppin, and aint no stoppin 

money comes first nigga bodies start droppin 

niggas get hit like they comin across the middle 

cos i aint got no time for no mothafuckin riddles 

cos bullshit walks, and money talks loud 

smilin shows weakness, so niggas dont smile 

mind full of hatred, goin off dank right 

nigga i'm head huntin, mothafuck yo life! 

its like peeka boo peeka boo, nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas dont care they takin chewy to the brain 

mind full of hatred, off that caine to the face 

bow down u little bitch 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! mothafuckas really dont matter 

niggas get beat like pancake batter 

cracked like egg, fried like pork 

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

like a compass, your life dont mean shit to me, fuck it 

mind full of hatred smokin chewy in a bucket 

these cockaroach fucks get ate like fish 

skinned like shrimp, beat then lynched 

cos fool I'm known to rip shit and fool im known to burn shit 

and all that other bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned with 

FUCK EM. 

FUCK EM.