Mind Of A Sick Nigga Akkorde von 
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Verse 1
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(They're all gonna laugh at
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(They're all gonna laugh at you)
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(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)
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(They're all gonna laugh at you)
Verse 2
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Enter the mind of a sick nigga.
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With bloody uzi clips,
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Decapitated heads in baskets,
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Closed caskets.
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Murda on wax.
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Nigga, that's what its all about,
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That's what you bought the
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mothafuckin' tape for.
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Murda on wax.
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Redrum. On wax.
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Nigga, I said, red rum, on wax.
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Gotta get my
Verse 3
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Prozac fore I go back
And murda these muthafuckas
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Jump in' up out yo bushes in front
a yo house with a tech nine
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Leav in' in yo spine a flurry a bullets
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Its that killa S- P- I- C- E
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A lot a these jealous muthafuckas they
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want to murda me
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But they can't fuck with that
giggedy- giggedy- gangsta
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The nigga that's leavin' they
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mothafuckin' body parts in dumpstas
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Budda- bye- bye- bye feel
them blood clot rastas
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The nig gas who be out there slippin
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catch some buckshots to them head
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Pullin up four deep in an
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old school caddy
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Fully auto- maddy
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Empty the clip, niggas like paddy
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In the alley,
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nig gas domes they cap
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Pistol whippin' muthafuckas, got
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some blood on my strap
Verse 4
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[Chorus]
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What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
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Them bloody bodies,
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face down in the dirty river
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What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
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Re drum, profession al grave digga
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What goes on in the mind
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of a sick nigga?
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Them bloody bodies,
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face down in them dirty river
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What goes on in the
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mind of a sick nigga?
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187, professional grave digga
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I'm bailin' up out the cut
Verse 5
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and niggas
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They don't know what
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the fuck happened
I'm laughin' and blastin',
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rippin' asses in half an
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Street sweepin' these
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niggas up under the rug
Plug they ass,
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makin' they hooptie blow up when they crash
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Zonin' out that hash
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Face down, back open,
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hopin' they ain't no snitches scopin'
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Witnesses witness they own smokin'
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See it ain't no joke
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and nothing funny
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Bustin' caps in yo ass like
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Yosemite Sam and Bugs Bunny
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They all see my com
in' and then they fled
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I'm shootin' these niggas
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off in the backa they head
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Blowin off they legs
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Talkin' shit while they dyin'
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Fuckin' off they high an
Hollow points keepin' these
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niggas cold bodies fryin'
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I ain't no stranger to this killin' shit
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You shoulda thought before you fucked
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with this nigga you was dealin' with
You see I mobs through the ghetto
smokin' hash blunts
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Stalkin' game in the streets I grew up in
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And when the shit get funky
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I just get on up
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And blow your head off with a
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mothafuckin' mac 10, bitch
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[Chorus] You'll be
Verse 6
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outta
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this muthafucka like Ron Goldman, chopped the fuck up
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Ain't no nigga livin' alive
that survived
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And had me caught up in some
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bullshit
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Now who you try in' to
fuck up in the hustle
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This twenty gauge'll ripple
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your ass up like a can a Ruffles
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I'm tryin to bubble like
Johnson and Johnson
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With one in the chamber up an I
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load this strap with a 45 Thompson
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And we gon' see if all that
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shit is true
Comin' up out the bay, guaranteed
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to be 187 proof
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You see my bustin' with one
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hand up on my nut sack
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Departin' domes yellin' out
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who's the mothafuckin' mac
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Its that red infa, nigga
with a hot temper
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I got your funeral date set up for
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nex t September
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You gon' be deader
than livin' presidents
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'cause in a couple a secs your soul gon' be
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checkin' up outta its residence
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Bodies stiff like Christmas ornaments
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Because the nig gas that a fuck with me bein' mo funk than Parliment
Interlude 1
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[Chorus] You see
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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
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And blow your head off with a mothafuckin' mac 10, bitch
Outro 1
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[Chorus]
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(Nigga, what you think in' bout?)
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