[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 sh** right now dun (Damn)
sh** is real right now son. I just took this b**h to Poconos man
(Right, Right)
Just got back you, know what I'm saying. Yo son man..
I'm in some sh** man. n***as is calling me. Pager keep going off (You f**ed up)
I f**ed up son
[Blaq Poet]
You f**ed up n***a
[Blaq Poet]
Now where the f** did all that coke go?
Stop looking stupid, n***a, like you don't know
Oh, I heard you took that ho to Poconos
With so much sh** they renamed it Cocanos
Got n***as calling you and paging you
Been there before n***a, it's like deja vu
But the n***as you owe, they owe some n***as too
Enough of that bullsh**, they coming body you
Had too many changes, had too many shots
n***as heard it all from stick-up-kids to cops
Now you in a jeep, moe, smoking bogie after bogie
Like they going to forget
n***a, you're in some sh**
Better get that money up before they chop off your cabbage
Better hurry up before them n***as let you have it
And that what you get for trying to live lavish
f**ing up n***as money, stupid ba*tard
[Hook] x2
You f**ed up and don't know what to do
You f**ed up, got n***as looking for you
You f**ed up and don't know what to do
You really f**ed up this time
[Blaq Poet]
n***a you knew better
With that motherf**ing cheddar
Trying to run around like you're cash money Jigga
You're about to get your whole sh** peeled
Your man getting stabbed and that b**h getting k**ed
n***a what the deal
You better get your steel
I've seen a black car with four n***as looking ill on the hill
sh** is about to get real
Looks like you need the nine mill, I got your back with the mac-mill
Stupid motherf**er got me in this
f**ing with you I might get my whole sh** 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 n***as 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 bullsh**
Send the chickens to the store, ?pour Henny in the raw?
You f**ed 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 k** my dun
Creeping, posting up on me
n***as 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 n***as was shot
I'm on the bench with the gatco*k sizzling hot
Two duns dropped dead right then on the spot
Had to flee because we heard the motherf**ing cops
n***as is dead beacause you f**ed up, ?mountains of rocks?
Get out of here, I don't want to see you no more on the block
You're exiled, n***a
Better bounce now, n***a
You f**ed up