Mind Of A Sick Nigga Lyrics - Spice 1

(They're all gonna laugh at you) 

(They're all gonna laugh at you) 

(Ha ha ha ha ha ha) 

(They're all gonna laugh at you) 

Enter the mind of a sick nigga. 

With bloody uzi clips, 

Decapitated heads in baskets, 

Closed caskets. Murda on wax. 

Nigga, that's what its all about, 

That's what you bought the mothafuckin' tape for. 

Murda on wax. 

Redrum. On wax. 

Nigga, I said, red rum, on wax. 

Gotta get my Prozac fore I go back 

And murda these muthafuckas 

Jumpin' up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine 

Leavin' in yo spine a flurry a bullets 

Its that killa S-P-I-C-E 

A lot a these jealous muthafuckas they want to murda me 

But they can't fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta 

The nigga that's leavin' they mothafuckin' body parts in dumpstas 

Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot rastas 

The niggas who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head 

Pullin up four deep in an old school caddy 

Fully auto-maddy 

Empty the clip, niggas like paddy 

In the alley, niggas domes they cap 

Pistol whippin' muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap 

[Chorus] 

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? 

Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river 

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? 

Redrum, professional grave digga 

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? 

Them bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river 

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? 

187, professional grave digga 

I'm bailin' up out the cut and niggas 

They don't know what the fuck happened 

I'm laughin' and blastin', rippin' asses in half an 

Street sweepin' these niggas up under the rug 

Plug they ass, makin' they hooptie blow up when they crash 

Zonin' out that hash 

Face down, back open, hopin' they ain't no snitches scopin' 

Witnesses witness they own smokin' 

See it ain't no joke and nothing funny 

Bustin' caps in yo ass like Yosemite Sam and Bugs Bunny 

They all see my comin' and then they fled 

I'm shootin' these niggas off in the backa they head 

Blowin off they legs 

Talkin' shit while they dyin' 

Fuckin' off they high an 

Hollow points keepin' these niggas cold bodies fryin' 

I ain't no stranger to this killin' shit 

You shoulda thought before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin' with 

You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin' hash blunts 

Stalkin' game in the streets I grew up in 

And when the shit get funky I just get on up 

And blow your head off with a mothafuckin' mac 10, bitch 

[Chorus] 

You'll be outta this muthafucka like Ron Goldman, chopped the fuck up 

Ain't no nigga livin' alive that survived 

And had me caught up in some bullshit 

Now who you tryin' to fuck up in the hustle 

This twenty gauge'll ripple your ass up like a can a Ruffles 

I'm tryin to bubble like Johnson and Johnson 

With one in the chamber up an I load this strap with a 45 Thompson 

And we gon' see if all that shit is true 

Comin' up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187 proof 

You see my bustin' with one hand up on my nut sack 

Departin' domes yellin' out who's the mothafuckin' mac 

Its that red infa, nigga with a hot temper 

I got your funeral date set up for next September 

You gon' be deader than livin' presidents 

'cause in a couple a secs your soul gon' be checkin' up outta its residence 

Bodies stiff like Christmas ornaments 

Because the niggas that a fuck with me bein' mo funk than Parliment 

[Chorus] 

You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin' hash blunts 

Stalkin' game in the streets I grew up in 

And when the shit get funky I just get on up 

And blow your head off with a mothafuckin' mac 10, bitch 

[Chorus] 

(Nigga, what you thinkin' bout?)