Juicy J - n***as Got Me f**ed Up lyrics

Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x) These n***as got me f**ed up These n***as got me f**ed up These n***as got me f**ed up [These hoes got me f**ed up] These n***as got me f**ed up These n***as got me f**ed up These n***as got me f**ed up [These n***as got me f**ed up] [Verse 1: Project Pat (DJ Paul)] The murderers, robbers, here I go again y'all Triple Six don' came up when I was in the pen y'all Weak rappin', lip flappin' n***as, make 'em s** a dick Project Pat, I'm in this b**h, Kaze n***as runnin' sh** Which mean you hoes need to recognize who you dis Kidnappin' muthaf**az, stick a burl in his lips Kiss from the Mosberg, send him to another world Blew his a** off, body floppin' with the bloody curls Sterile from the sight, of his blood, cause I show no love s**az like to fight, but the Pastor like to shoot them slugs Scrubs talkin' sh**, just like hoes when I ain't, lookin' All in a mac, conversation get your life tooken Lookin' for some back up, trick you just star prayin' Project never slack so, b**h I'ma start sprayin' Layin' muthaf**az in the ground, show 'em how I clown (Them hoes gon' die tonight man) It's whatever man, you know I'm down Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x) [Verse 2: Scan Man] Watch, yourself, or k**a Klan Kaze forge your d**h Bendin' red, from the blood you bled, spittin' from your head Let 'em burn, cause you f**ed with this, k**eristic clique With no common sense, listen to the voices, tempt a k**a b**h One, Two, Three, Four Wrap your hand arond his throat Squeeze, squeeze, tight-ly 'Til he starts to gasp for beathe Pain, I know he feels, cause I feel it though my body But it's lovely, to have these final, see to grab my children So, now the end is near ScanMan stomp the Holy Grail It's my 9 to your door So f** your friends and your foes So now you feel me, n***a Now tell me who's the f**in' k**a behind the trigga It's Scan f**in' Man, with the demons crazed in his soul But you b**hes still don't hear me though, so... Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x) [Verse 3: MC Mack] Playa hatin' cross the nation, got me facin' situations So many so called friends washed down the drain Through trial and tribulations Hastin', wastin' all your time Tryin' to splurge your anna, come and test this Mack What all my boys don' done, it's did, bet these hollow tips got my back Dig that like that drrrrrat-tat-tat, to your biznack Whether it's either fact or fiction Muthaf** you a your crew, your clique Got all you hoes in stitches Never tryin' to brag or boast But whoever closest to you, gon' suffer the most I earn my fame and fortune, gettin' respect b**h, coast to coast For you cluckers it's true I hate ya, I won't bown down to nay n***a I don' came to far to look back now trick You couldn't fade me with some clippers Tryin' to tempt my f**in' flow, my lyrics is hard like and erection Groupies jock me, got the leg spreadin' open like an affection Crumb snatchin', paper chasin', I'm doin' whatever to reach the top It's your name that gotta get scratched Yes it's your a** that gotta get popped Kamakaze, times up, get the f**, n***a what Retaliation is a must, a Mack for life, I gotta bust, that's f**ed up