Mr. Fuck Up

[Verse 1: Grinch] My niggas call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a fuck up Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar Cause J-Rocc keep the strap in a private prison parlor Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it [Verse 2: Bone] Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop And plus I'm packing punches always keep a good grip My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dick You sorry sap sips still hanging on my shit Compton is the heart and that's where we all from The jacking going on in the hood and in the slum And don't be caught slipping while we dipping the 4 Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke them from the door And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air True checking done by the true fucking player I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock Raining make them kill 'em cause I'm serving 'em spot And that's how it's done I keep it flowing like a sailor My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor Then I call the Juvy cause I know we gotta Coupe Don't worry about a damn we got the end, we getting loot [Hook] Laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up [Verse 3: Juvenile] Theny call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chilling in the spot My niggas call me Bishop when I'm rolling with my Glock The crackers call me bandit when I'm running from the cops And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearing up the cock Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon Cause I'm a nigga with a motherfucking gun master planning [Verse 4 :J-Rocc] I'm a crazy ass nigga making motherfuckers fall A nigga from the streets hanging in the fucking hall I place where we smoke bud and niggas get bent And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit Now everybody chilling and the bitches getting freaky Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me Licking out my ass hole like a fucking groupie I'm through now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy Heading downstairs my niggas hand me a 4-O Smoking the extension you know it's the indo Now I'm feeling high like I'm sitting on a cloud The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul Beware of the nigga that they call J-Rocc The party's going through but I still got my Glock I'm watching for the bad apples in every bunch And if it's necessary motherfucker we can thump Or get a fucking pump, put a hole in your chest Slugs going straight through a bullet proof vest Matters getting worse if I have to drop the dogs Beat ya in your face yelling till ya hit the hall So smalls, get your fucking nine and your clip And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click [Hook]