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28 Days - Rip It Up

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28, 1982 comin through ya speakers, it features a style like this
rippin it on the mic, its like we're hype
to the old school 80's hard rock hip hop riff like this
kick it, stick it in a tape player, lickity split
rock hard the severe kid, Jedi Jay, damn that boy can play
did ya hear that shit
Everybody rip it up , yo check this style
Go go go go
No way we're fucked so hands up in the sky
Go go go go
Props go out to 1982
Go go go go
We be rockin hard for the whole damn crew
That's you
So don't test this style cause I'm set to snap
Don't pack a gun so I don't do gangster rap
I kick it over this riff, I roll a spliff
I lova my son and I'm diggin my family
Everybody rip it up, hands up in the sky,
Here we go throw it high to the J-I-M-M-Y
Jimmy's rockin on too, because of you
You know the party would suck if it wasn't for the crew, so
Everybody rip it up, yo check this style
Go go go go
No way we're fucked so hands up in the sky
Go go go go
Props go out to 1982
Go go go go
We be rockin hard for the whole damn crew
That's you
You know that I'm down with doin' wrong,
I don't give a fuck like hits from the bong, cause I hit that shit
when I get home
Hilly and a beer stickin' out my foam dome
So give me that, give me that, give me that cut
Hand me the mic and watch me rip it up
When I bust a little rhyme and roll a little rock
Pumpin the fat lowrider and crusin' round the block, so
Everybody rip it up , yo check this style
Go go go go
No way we're fucked so hands up in the sky
Go go go go
Props go out to 1982
Go go go go
We be rockin hard for the whole damn crew
Thats you
Go go go go Thats you
Go go go go Thats you
Go go go go
We be rockin hard for the whole damn crew
Thats you

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Xzibit : 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, hah.. I'ma sit back
Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh

[Xzibit]
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 test-
ed
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? STUPID
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"

[Xzibit]
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 fr-
om 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

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
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..