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Versuri >> Xzibit >> What A Mess
Videoclip Melodie
Yeah, keep that

Huh.. what a mess

Yeah.. I see you (PRIMO!!)

Yeah.. I was blessed with some clarity right?

Uh-huh, hah.. I'ma sit back

Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh


Y'all niggaz is killin me

You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is
anybody feelin me?

I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who

I'm only concerned with music, and who break

FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate

These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin
they soul

I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no

No backbones, you get no chance to back down

Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips

Changin whips out so they can look richer

I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen

with bricks and Pyrex pots, the widescreen

Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc

They have to die and come back three times to see
them white folks

Take notes, cause you will be tested

Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons

I feel you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up

Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin the cut

For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin

See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes

Johnny Law catchin on, soakin up the game

How you think they find the stash spots and
follow the slang? STUPID

Grown men playin cops and robbers

Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla

[Chorus 2X: (scratched by DJ Premier)]

[X] What a mess..

And Ruff up, the motherfuckin House - GZA

Hope y'all niggaz hearin this right

We.. we gon'.. we gon' gon' win


Look at what we leavin behind

We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride

Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo'

The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with
Eyes Wide Shut

Save mine up, cause nothin ever last forever

Never nothin out of my reach, we blast whoever

I can split a muh'fucker from his ass to his last

Shit talk, then stomp through the asphault

It's yo' fault we tow-truck for your outline

In due time, you'll find, the world is mine

So I listen to the rhetorhic, jealousy and the

Can't stop me nigga, my mind too militant

God blessed me with a chin

And a heavy right-left combination that'll cave
your face in

So don't make me hurt you, patience is virtue

They only got a few of us let, huh



Primo.. turn me up..

Now it's two-thousand-and-two; where kids do

whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh, sad but

Wanna take another life like it's the thing to do

Shit, we the biggest gang, flaggin red white and
blue baby

Designer drugs, pimps and thugs

Can't shoot, innocent folks, hit with slugs

One day it's gon' all make sense, 'til then

use your brains and your strength it's your best
defense, c'mon

[Chorus w/ variations]

[X] What a mess..

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