Blaq Poet, KL - U Phucc'd Up lyrics

(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

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

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

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