Al Nazon - I'm f**in' You Up (Vocal Version) lyrics

[Intro: Poison Pen] I don't mess with nobody that don't mess with me. But sometimes you got to let ‘em know right out the gate, “I'll f** you up.” It's a Malstone. Yo [Verse 1: Poison Pen] I'm an emcee of epic proportions, upper echelon Far from a neophyte, n***a. Poisonous Maximus When I unraveled my braids, I resemble A new age Luke Cage. That's what's up I lumber through the club, knocking over drinks All up in your watch, watching what you think Bugs, probably what you think. With a kamikaze drink Out the gate. I ain't no thug. I'm a hoodlum, straight Brooklyn Corner store goon, stoop dwellers studied the fronts Contraband, who's a felon I'ma use this rap sh** to spread a message And then tour the planet like Magellan. It's an urban renaissance My feet are tectonic plates—the hemisphere Shift when I stomp. Who could want more? Slam your face against this wall, leave an imprint Ghetto rival Mount Rushmore [Hook: Poison Pen] Cross my path, baby, I'm f**ing you up That's your a**, baby. Yo, we f**ing you up You short on cash, baby, we f**ing you up Brought a blast, baby. I said, “We f**ing you up” Cross my path, baby, I'm f**ing you up That's your a**, baby. Yo, we f**ing you up You short on cash, baby, we f**ing you up Brought a blast, baby. We f**ing you up [Verse 2: Poison Pen] Uh, I'll bag fellows with a motley crew The Boogie Boogie Brooklyn boy from NYC Where beef and broccoli and mac and cheese Amazing enough, is something you wear on your feet We deep and we creep like them loco Gestapo n***as ‘Cause you're sweet like them coco helado n***as Got icepicks for ice grills. Most don't care Who you are when they unleash and fusilar From the grimiest to the shiniest, glitteriest To the sh**tiest. Urban pirate, big city sh** Y'all remind me of Goldust. Run up in your tenement And leave sugar on the counter, spelling “f** you” with the roaches Heh. Y'all don't know once My CD got Peter Piper on repeat, soldier That means you getting run over. sh** Poison Pen. Everything I write is sick [Hook: Poison Pen] Cross my path, baby, I'm f**ing you up That's your a**, baby. Yo, we f**ing you up You short on cash, baby, we f**ing you up Brought a blast, baby. I said, “We f**ing you up” Cross my path, baby, I'm f**ing you up That's your a**, baby. Yo, we f**ing you up You short on cash, baby, we f**ing you up Brought a blast, baby. We f**ing you up [Verse 3: Poison Pen] Here's why I'm great on the mic: I'm young, hit hard, in the best shape of my life Underground to the surface now, n***a Put it down perfect. I'll rap circles ‘round n***as Bed Stuy sick. What they wiling errywhere Personally announce tourists—son, I'm driving errywhere I saw the sky rain fire. We got unlimited chicks Like metro cards. A week after I swipe her She expire. It's easy being a bully I ain't no emcee. I feel like a GYN Touching these pussies. Bruising Brodies From the king and the heroes simply Chase Everclear with Hennessey. I love ladies But I don't f** everybody, ma. My dick's finnicky If she front, who needs to bone? Give me your black tail, some lotion, and twelve minutes alone Oh! [Hook: Poison Pen] (x2) Cross my path, baby, I'm f**ing you up That's your a**, baby. Yo, we f**ing you up You short on cash, baby, we f**ing you up Brought a blast, baby. I said, “We f**ing you up” Cross my path, baby, I'm f**ing you up That's your a**, baby. Yo, we f**ing you up You short on cash, baby, we f**ing you up Brought a blast, baby. We f**ing you up