You Fucked Up

[Man and Blaq Poet] Yo yo yo yo Poet man yo Poet. You hear me son? Damn son man. I'm in some real live shit right now dun (Damn) Shit is real right now son. I just took this bitch to Poconos man (Right, Right) Just got back you, know what I'm saying. Yo son man.. I'm in some shit man. Niggas is calling me. Pager keep going off (You fucked up) I fucked up son [Blaq Poet] You fucked up nigga [Blaq Poet] Now where the fuck did all that coke go? Stop looking stupid, nigga, like you don't know Oh, I heard you took that ho to Poconos With so much shit they renamed it Cocanos Got niggas calling you and paging you Been there before nigga, it's like deja vu But the niggas you owe, they owe some niggas too Enough of that bullshit, they coming body you Had too many changes, had too many shots Niggas heard it all from stick-up-kids to cops Now you in a jeep, moe, smoking bogie after bogie Like they going to forget Nigga, you're in some shit Better get that money up before they chop off your cabbage Better hurry up before them niggas let you have it And that what you get for trying to live lavish Fucking up niggas money, stupid bastard [Hook] x2 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 [Blaq Poet] Nigga you knew better With that motherfucking cheddar Trying to run around like you're cash money Jigga You're about to get your whole shit peeled Your man getting stabbed and that bitch getting killed Nigga what the deal You better get your steel I've seen a black car with four niggas looking ill on the hill Shit is about to get real Looks like you need the nine mill, I got your back with the mac-mill Stupid motherfucker got me in this Fucking with you I might get my whole shit twisted But we go way back, did many hood crimes We watched Janet play Penny on Good Times I always had your back, you always had mines I know you bust for me, you know I bust mines Call them niggas back, tell them that they're dead Or meet you on the southside if they want their bread Make sure that you got the full clip And let the click know it just might be some bullshit Send the chickens to the store, ?pour Henny in the raw? You fucked up, now we got to raw [Hook] [Blaq Poet] Now we on the block drinking Getting drunk, playing with guns Look up in here there they come They came to kill my dun Creeping, posting up on me Niggas behind the tree Taking aim on one knee They got me They got to drop I turned up hop We lit up the block When the smoke cleared niggas was shot I'm on the bench with the gatcock sizzling hot Two duns dropped dead right then on the spot Had to flee because we heard the motherfucking cops Niggas is dead beacause you fucked up, ?mountains of rocks? Get out of here, I don't want to see you no more on the block You're exiled, nigga Better bounce now, nigga You fucked up