What a Mess chords by Xzibit
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Y'all niggas is killin me
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You got Bloods and Crips in New York City,
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is anybody feelin me?
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I ain't concerned with
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who gon' shoot who
I'm only concerned with music,
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and who break through
FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum
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is the ultimate goal
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These faggot niggas gettin they money,
but losin they soul
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I don't wanna hear shit from you nig
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gas with no background
No backbones,
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you get no chance to back down
Deal how we deal witcha,
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peons, no chips
Changin whips out so they can look richer
I see the big picture,
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startin in the kitchen
With bricks and Pyrex pots,
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the widescreen edition
Listen, I seen niggas hit
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with so much time loc
They have to die and come back
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three times to see them white folks
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Take notes, cause you will be
tested
Vested up, drunk as fuck,
large caliber weapons
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I feel you.. rap niggas, fuckin it up
Monkey- mouthed
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muh'fuckers, spoilin the cut
For real niggas in the street,
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really hustlin weight
See they networks and blueprints
on hip- hop tapes
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Johnny Law catch
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in on, soakin up the game
How you think they find the stash
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spots and follow the slang? STUPID
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Grown men playin cops
and robbers
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Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla
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Interlude 1
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Look at what we leavin behind We back at
Verse 2
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square one,
ridin, with nuttin to ride fo'
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Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo'
The blind lead the blind with a blindfold,
with "Eyes Wide Shut"
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Save mine up, cause nothin
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ever last forever
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Never nothin out of my reach,
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we blast whoever
I can split a muh'fucker from
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his ass to his last thought
Shit talk, then stomp through
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the asphault
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It's yo' fault we tow- truck
for your outline
In due time, you'll find,
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the world is mine
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So I listen to the rhetorhic, jealousy
and the ignorance
Can't stop me nigga,
my mind too militant
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God blessed me with a chin
And a heavy right- left combination
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that'll cave your face in
So don't make me hurt you,
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patience is virtue
They only got a few of us let,
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huh
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Primo turn
Verse 3
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me up
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Now it's two- thousand- and-
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two; where kids do
Whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh,
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sad but true
Wanna take another life like
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it's the thing to do
Shit, we the biggest gang,
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flaggin red white and blue baby
Designer drugs,
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pimps and thugs
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Can't shoot, innocent folks,
hit with slugs
One day it's gon' all make
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sense, 'til then
Use your brains and your strength it's your best defense,
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c'mon
Outro 1
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What a Mess
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