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.