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Yeah, keep that |
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Huh.. what a mess |
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Yeah.. I see you (PRIMO!!) |
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Yeah.. I was blessed with some clarity right? |
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Uh-huh, hah.. I'ma sit back |
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Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh |
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[Xzibit] |
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Y'all niggaz is killin me |
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You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feelin me? |
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I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who |
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I'm only concerned with music, and who break through |
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FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate goal |
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These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin they soul |
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I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background |
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No backbones, you get no chance to back down |
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Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips |
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Changin whips out so they can look richer |
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I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen |
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with bricks and Pyrex pots, the widescreen edition |
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Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc |
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They have to die and come back three times to see them white folks |
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Take notes, cause you will be tested |
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Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons |
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I feel you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up |
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Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin the cut |
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For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin weight |
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See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes |
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Johnny Law catchin on, soakin up the game |
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How you think they find the stash 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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[Chorus 2X: (scratched by DJ Premier)] |
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[X] What a mess.. |
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"And Ruff up, the motherfuckin House" - GZA |
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"Hope y'all niggaz hearin this right" |
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"We.. we gon'.. we gon' gon' win" |
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[Xzibit] |
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Look at what we leavin behind |
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We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride fo' |
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Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo' |
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The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with "Eyes Wide Shut" |
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Save mine up, cause nothin ever last forever |
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Never nothin out of my reach, we blast whoever |
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I can split a muh'fucker from his ass to his last thought |
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Shit talk, then stomp through the asphault |
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It's yo' fault we tow-truck for your outline |
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In due time, you'll find, the world is mine |
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So I listen to the rhetorhic, jealousy and the ignorance |
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Can't stop me nigga, my mind too militant |
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God blessed me with a chin |
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And a heavy right-left combination that'll cave your face in |
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So don't make me hurt you, patience is virtue |
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They only got a few of us let, huh |
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[Chorus] |
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[Xzibit] |
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Primo.. turn me up.. |
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Now it's two-thousand-and-two; where kids do |
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whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh, sad but true |
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Wanna take another life like it's the thing to do |
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Shit, we the biggest gang, flaggin red white and blue baby |
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Designer drugs, pimps and thugs |
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Can't shoot, innocent folks, hit with slugs |
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One day it's gon' all make sense, 'til then |
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use your brains and your strength it's your best defense, c'mon |
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[Chorus w/ variations] |
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[X] What a mess.. |
