U Phucc'd Up

[Intro (w/ KL)] (Yo, yo, yo, yo, Poet, man Yo Poet You hear me son Damn son, man I'm in some real live shit right now, thun) Damn (Shit is real right now, son Yeah I took this bitch to pokenos man) Right (Just got back, you know what I'm saying? Yo son, man It's some shit, man Niggas is calling me, beeper keep going off) You fucked up (I fucked up, son) You fucked up, nigga Yo Yo [Verse 1] Now where the fuck where all that coke go Stop looking stupid nigga like you don't know Oh I heard you took the ho to the pokenos With so much shit, they renamed her cokenose Got niggas calling you and paging you Been their before nigga, it's like déjà vu But the niggas you owe, they owe some niggas too Enough of the bullshit, they're coming to body you Had too many chances, had too many shots Niggas heard it all from the stick-up kids to cops Now you in the [?], smoking bogey after bogey Like they're gonna forget, nigga, you in some shit Better get that money up before they chop off your cabbage Better hurry up before the niggas let you have it And that's what you get for trying to live lavish Fucking up niggas' money, stupid bastard [Hook 2x] You fucked up and don't know what to do You fucked up, got niggas looking for you You fucked up and don't know what to do You really fucked up this time [Verse 2] Nigga you knew better with that motherfucking cheddar Trying to run around like you Cash Money Jigga You're about to get your whole shit peeled Your man getting stabbed and your bitch getting killed Nigga what the deal, you better get your steel I see a black car with four niggas looking ill On the hill, shit's about to get real Looks like you need the 9 mil', I got your back with the mac mil' Stupid motherfucker got me in this Fucking with you, I might get my whole shit twist But we go way back to many hood crimes We watch Janet play Penny on Good Times I always had your back, you always had mine You know you'd bust for me, you know I'd bust mine Call them niggas back, tell them that they're dead Or meet you at the Southside if they want their bread Make sure that you got the full clip And let the clique know that it just might be some bullshit Send the tickets to the store for some henny and a raw You fucked up, now we got a war [Hook] [Verse 3] Now we're in the block drinking, getting drunk, playing with the guns Look up and here they come, they come to kill my thun Creeping, posting up on me Niggas behind the tree, taking aim on one knee They got me, they got the drop, I turned up, hopped We lit up the block, when the smoked cleared, niggas were shot I'm on the bench with the gat cocked, sizzling hot Two thuns drop dead right then on the spot Had to flee cause we heard the motherfucking cops Niggas is dead cause you fucked up mountains of rocks Skid out of here, don't want to see you no more on the block You're exiled now nigga, better bounce now nigga You fucked up