You Got Me Fucked Up

(Chorus: Spice 1) You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) Nigga you got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (You got me fucked up) (Spice 1) Candy ass niggas got more peppermint than Patty When I'm bailin' out black in a black caddy Got me FUCKED up, talkin' about what you got You need to shut the fuck before you get got Shot in this motherfucker, slugs out in this motherfucker Don't you feel the flames? Out for fortune and fame Now if a real nigga whip your ass it'll be a shame Got me FUCKED up nigga, quit playin' with the game See I don't know about these other niggas out here poppin' that shit Talkin' 'bout who they gon' ride on and who they gon' get But I ain't the motherfucker that's out here to be played with Got me FUCKED up nigga, I'll ride for my chips You ain't gonna be talkin' too much shit with your mouth on a gat (gat) Have everything you were speakin' 'bout right there on your lap You got me FUCKED up, who the hell you think I am? Some ol' sucker or sumthin', some ol' busta or sumthin' Who'll boss you a nut (Chorus: Spice 1) You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) Nigga you got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (You got me fucked up) (Spice 1) Ay bitch, you got me FUCKED up, I'm on the other side of the game ho Tricks be kids and I'm a grown-ass man dog I say what I wanna say and do what I wanna do Talkin' that gangsta shit and walkin' it to (Blaow!) You got me FUCKED up nigga, the game chose me Take a picture of the bad guy, Black Bossalini I been spittin' dead presidents since they was alive Me, Franklin and Grant, we been ridin' since eighty-five And they don't die they just multiply like our g's Got me FUCKED up, I stay heated the game don't freeze For now nigga, knew myself around killers Might take the AK off the shelf, shoot down niggas Clown niggas, thugged out, platinum bound niggas But I'm keepin' my motherfuckin' feet on the ground niggas Got me FUCKED up, don't get twisted and shit Cause I'll still knock you out, check your pockets for grip You got me FUCKED up (Chorus: Spice 1) You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) Nigga you got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (You got me fucked up) (Spice 1) Yeah nigga you got me FUCKED up, you need to give me fifty feet Doin' way three much talkin' like you can't be touched If a nigga spend fifty g's on some plussed out shit We'll make you think you gon' spend ten and have you leashed You got me FUCKED up, I ain't the nigga you thought I was Don't underestimate the mind mentality, of a thug Slugs spittin' at night, man that shit ain't nuttin' new Young niggas is spittin' slugs, my niggas spittin' to What's really, I hope you strapped talkin' all that shit Cause I'll shoot an unknown motherfucker, just to strip You got me FUCKED up nigga, I'm the East Bay G Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Black Bossalini Six feet, two-fifteen and I'll beat yo' ass AK-47 right up to the tinted glass I should clap yo' ass right now, right here Cause all that bullshit you talkin', you ain't pumpin' no fear You got me FUCKED up (Chorus: Spice 1) You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) Nigga you got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up)