What a Mess Xzibit

[Intro]
Yeah, keep that
Huh, what a mess (Ahh...)
Yeah, I see you, huh! (PREEMO!!)
Yeah! (Hah) I was blessed with some clarity right? (Uh-huh, hah)
I'mma sit back
Tell you niggas what I been lookin' at, huh

[Verse 1]
Y'all niggas 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 niggas gettin' they money, but losin' they soul
I don't wanna hear shit from you niggas with no background
No backbones, you get no chance to back down (Yeah)
Deal how we deal witcha (Yeah) 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 niggas hit with so much time loc (Yeah)
They have to die, come back three times to see them white folks (Damn)
Take notes, cause you will be tested
Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons
I feel you, rap niggas, fuckin' it up (Fuckin' it up)
Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin' the cut
For real niggas 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, stupid?
Grown men playin' cops and robbers
Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla