U Phucc’d Up (feat. KL) - Blaq Poet, 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

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

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

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

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