What a Mess

Yeah, keep that

Huh, what a mess

Yeah, I see you (Primo)

Yeah, I was blessed with some clarity right?

Uh-huh, I'ma sit back

Tell you **** what I been looking at, huh

Y'all **** is killin' me

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

I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who

I'm only concerned with music and who break through

Fuck you for thinking platinum is the ultimate goal

These faggot **** getting they money, but losing they soul

I don't wanna hear shit from you **** with no background

No backbones, you get no chance to back down

Deal how we deal wit cha, peons, no chips

Changing whips out so they can look richer

I see the big picture, starting in the kitchen

With brick and pyrex pots, the widescreen edition

Listen, I see **** 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 ****, fuckin' it up

Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin' the cut

The real **** in the street really hustlin' weight

See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes

Johnny Law catching 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

What a mess

What a mess

Look at what we leaving 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 nothing ever last forever

Never nothing 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 asphalt

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 rhetoric, jealousy, and the ignorance

Can't stop me ****, 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 left, huh

What a mess

What a mess

Turn me up

Now it's 2002, 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, till then

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

What a mess

What a mess