Spice 1 - You Got Me f**ed Up lyrics

(Chorus: Spice 1) You got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) You got me, f**ed up (n***a you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) n***a you got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) You got me, f**ed up (You got me f**ed up) (Spice 1) Candy a** n***as got more peppermint than Patty When I'm bailin' out black in a black caddy Got me fu*kED up, talkin' about what you got You need to shut the f** before you get got Shot in this motherf**er, slugs out in this motherf**er Don't you feel the flames? Out for fortune and fame Now if a real n***a whip your a** it'll be a shame Got me fu*kED up n***a, quit playin' with the game See I don't know about these other n***as out here poppin' that sh** Talkin' 'bout who they gon' ride on and who they gon' get But I ain't the motherf**er that's out here to be played with Got me fu*kED up n***a, I'll ride for my chips You ain't gonna be talkin' too much sh** with your mouth on a gat (gat) Have everything you were speakin' 'bout right there on your lap You got me fu*kED up, who the hell you think I am? Some ol' s**er or sumthin', some ol' busta or sumthin' Who'll boss you a nut (Chorus: Spice 1) You got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) You got me, f**ed up (n***a you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) n***a you got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) You got me, f**ed up (You got me f**ed up) (Spice 1) Ay b**h, you got me fu*kED up, I'm on the other side of the game hoe Tricks be kids and I'm a grown-a** man dog I say what I wanna say and do what I wanna do Talkin' that gangsta sh** and walkin' it to (Blaow!) You got me fu*kED up n***a, the game chose me Take a picture of the bad guy, Black Bossalini I been spittin' dead presidents since they was alive Me, Franklin and Grant, we been ridin' since eighty-five And they don't die they just multiply like our g's Got me fu*kED up, I stay heated the game don't freeze For now n***a, knew myself around k**ers Might take the AK off the shelf, shoot down n***as Clown n***as, thugged out, platinum bound n***as But I'm keepin' my motherf**in' feet on the ground n***as Got me fu*kED up, don't get twisted and sh** cause I'll still knock you out, check your pockets for grip You got me fu*kED up (Chorus: Spice 1) You got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) You got me, f**ed up (n***a you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) n***a you got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) You got me, f**ed up (You got me f**ed up) (Spice 1) Yeah n***a you got me fu*kED up, you need to give me fifty feet Doin' way three much talkin' like you can't be touched If a n***a spend fifty g's on some plussed out sh** We'll make you think you gon' spend ten and have you leashed You got me fu*kED up, I ain't the n***a you thought I was Don't underestimate the mind mentality, of a thug Slugs spittin' at night, man that sh** ain't nuttin' new Young n***as is spittin' slugs, my n***as spittin' to What's really, I hope you strapped talkin' all that sh** Cause I'll shoot an unknown motherf**er, just to strip You got me fu*kED up n***a, I'm the East Bay G Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Black Bossalini Six feet, two-fifteen and I'll beat yo' a** AK-47 right up to the tinted gla** I should clap yo' a** right now, right here Cause all that bullsh** you talkin', you ain't pumpin' no fear You got me fu*kED up (Chorus: Spice 1) You got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) You got me, f**ed up (n***a you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up) n***a you got me, f**ed up (you got me f**ed up) (You got me f**ed up)