Big Bad Bob Morse - Mr. f** Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Grinch] My n***as call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a f** up Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up Put my stick so n***a feel my pockets with the dollar Cause J-Rocc keep the strap in a private prison parlor Grinch you did it, your black a** really did it Give Bone the microphone and let him k** it [Verse 2: Bone] Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop And plus I'm packing punches always keep a good grip My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click I live like a mack and keep the b**hes on my dick You sorry sap sips still hanging on my sh** Compton is the heart and that's where we all from The jacking going on in the hood and in the slum And don't be caught slipping while we dipping the 4 Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke them from the door And then we make a dash and put that a** in the air True checking done by the true f**ing player I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock Raining make them k** 'em cause I'm serving 'em spot And that's how it's done I keep it flowing like a sailor My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor Then I call the Juvy cause I know we gotta Coupe Don't worry about a damn we got the end, we getting loot [Hook] Laws are made to be broken up What n***as need to do is start loc-ing up [Verse 3: Juvenile] Theny call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chilling in the spot My n***as call me Bishop when I'm rolling with my Glock The crackers call me bandit when I'm running from the cops And the b**hes call me daddy when I'm tearing up the co*k Yo the title's Mr. f** up so I figure that I'm f**ed Got no luck, sh**, gotta go and earn a quick buck Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon Cause I'm a n***a with a motherf**ing gun master planning [Verse 4 :J-Rocc] I'm a crazy a** n***a making motherf**ers fall A n***a from the streets hanging in the f**ing hall I place where we smoke bud and n***as get bent And when it comes to music put on MC Ren sh** Now everybody chilling and the b**hes getting freaky Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me Licking out my a** hole like a f**ing groupie I'm through now I cleans up and call my n***a Juvy Heading downstairs my n***as hand me a 4-O Smoking the extension you know it's the indo Now I'm feeling high like I'm sitting on a cloud The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul Beware of the n***a that they call J-Rocc The party's going through but I still got my Glock I'm watching for the bad apples in every bunch And if it's necessary motherf**er we can thump Or get a f**ing pump, put a hole in your chest Slugs going straight through a bullet proof vest Matters getting worse if I have to drop the dogs Beat ya in your face yelling till ya hit the hall So smalls, get your f**ing nine and your clip And let these motherf**ers know what's up on the Whole Click [Hook]