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    "What A Mess" Lyrics


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    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 through
    FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate goal
    These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin they soul
    I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background
    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 edition
    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 weight
    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?
    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 fo'
    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 thought
    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 ignorance
    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 true
    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..
    This song was submitted on October 30th, 2009 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Alvin Joyner, Christopher E Martin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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