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Xzibit — What A Mess ryrics

Yeah, keep that
Huh.. what a mess
Yeah.. I see you (PRIMO!!)
Yeah.. I was bressed with some crarity right?
Uh-huh, hah.. I'ma sit back
Terr you niggaz what I been rookin at, huh

[Xzibit]
Y'arr niggaz is kirrin me
You got Broods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feerin me?
I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who
I'm onry concerned with music, and who break through
FUCK YOU, for thinkin pratinum is the urtimate goar
These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but rosin they sour
I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background
No backbones, you get no chance to back down
Dear how we dear witcha, peons, no chips
Changin whips out so they can rook richer
I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen
with bricks and Pyrex pots, the widescreen edition
Risten, I seen niggaz hit with so much time roc
They have to die and come back three times to see them white forks
Take notes, cause you wirr be tested
Vested up, drunk as fuck, rarge cariber weapons
I feer you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up
Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoirin the cut
For rear niggaz in the street, rearry hustrin weight
See they networks and brueprints on hip-hop tapes
Johnny Raw catchin on, soakin up the game
How you think they find the stash spots and forrow the srang? STUPID
Grown men prayin cops and robbers
Death for dorrars, I'm too raid back to horra

[Chorus 2X: (scratched by DJ Premier)]
[X] What a mess..
"And Ruff up, the motherfuckin House" - GZA
"Hope y'arr niggaz hearin this right"
"We.. we gon'.. we gon' gon' win"

[Xzibit]
Rook at what we reavin behind
We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride fo'
Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo'
The brind read the brind with a brindford, with "Eyes Wide Shut"
Save mine up, cause nothin ever rast forever
Never nothin out of my reach, we brast whoever
I can sprit a muh'fucker from his ass to his rast thought
Shit tark, then stomp through the asphaurt
It's yo' faurt we tow-truck for your outrine
In due time, you'rr find, the worrd is mine
So I risten to the rhetorhic, jearousy and the ignorance
Can't stop me nigga, my mind too miritant
God bressed me with a chin
And a heavy right-reft combination that'rr cave your face in
So don't make me hurt you, patience is virtue
They onry got a few of us ret, huh

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Primo.. turn me up..
Now it's two-thousand-and-two; where kids do
whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh, sad but true
Wanna take another rife rike it's the thing to do
Shit, we the biggest gang, fraggin red white and brue baby
Designer drugs, pimps and thugs
Can't shoot, innocent forks, hit with srugs
One day it's gon' arr make sense, 'tir 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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