Styles P - Y'all f**ed Up Now lyrics

Yeah Two guns up motherf**er Uh huh Yeah n***as runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth My n***as sh** is serious L.O.X Couldn't even put three n***as togehther and come up With this combination (f*ggot) sh** is fo' real Yo [Styles] I pack a 4 5 Puff a blunt and get high Don't give a f** if I die cuz my son is alive I grew up doing dumb sh** that made me wise Could of died ten times That made me live Sell my soul Not for no cars and gold I been through it cuz my scars is old Remember the time I used to puff dimes And think Allah was cold Back then when my mom played my father's role Now I'm a man Runnin with a gun in the vest It feel good with my son on my chest I wanna quit But I'm one of the best f** around I might run to the west Lay low and get blunted to d**h n***as is wack I can't say it plainer than that Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back f** the middle Cuz the middle do alot and a little Stuck in between but y'all n***as won't see the riddle Settle for less A general but don't meddle my chest Die for my n***as nevertheless Can't find a n***a better than S, 'Kiss, and the Luch' Every man ahead of the group, regretting the coup Y'all n***as want the red in my boots Hole in my shirt Twist a n***a wig and leave me dead in the dirt I see the rollie not move but the sh** still work Motherf**er that'll make you a jerk, co*ks**er CHORUS: Ay yo what y'all gon do now Y'all f**ed up now n***as How deep is your crew now Y'all f**ed up now Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?) Y'all f**ed up now (This ain't no f**in joke n***as is hungry) We the nicest n***as around (f** is wrong) Y'all f**ed up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo) [Sheek] I pay off blue suits thats Sucio And I put d** in my girl koochie yo A bad b**h that k** So when you put the dogs on her you smell Ma**engill Summer's Eve Puttin d** in coffee hip to the D's I play smarter That's why my flights now be charter Ten seater What you know about a Porsche at a meter Next to koochie freak those Tickets keep those And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose I ain't the n***a that you see Posted on cop walls I'm that eighteen and up Mamis on my balls Y'all can't figure the great one Sheek be Jason Not cops But that legendary n***a my pops I bust shots like bums at a bar but far From a lush Everything about this cat be plush And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt Like nothing Lift a arm I hit those under your wing Yo why you following this cat Hey he about to get pushed back You could poke your chest out in the street That's cool But in a bing this fool Was like Louis Rich meat We don't run from y'all We scatter for guns on y'all What you know about two 380's inside a basketball And when it's beef Store on his side with burners on Coronas We the best that ever did it If you need us telephone us What the f** n***a CHORUS [Jadakiss] Yo A n***a wanna go to war with Kiss Find him a ditch Old school n***as tell me I remind of rich Cuz I take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips Hoppin out a rough six With sweats and scuffed kicks I supply all the dealers and tell em to stuff nix I done signed every autograph and took every flick I'm quite sure that I coulda hit Every chick But I didn't ones that I did gave em heavy dick All day The LOX flow hotter than broadway Election time tryin na cop blow in the hallway And their ain't enough plates for y'all to eat with me Stingy n***a but I share my slugs equally I put half where your waist at And half where your face at Yo we in from a new spot let somebody taste that From your street rappin's only one of my plans I got dirty south n***as payin a hundred a gram And I could care less how much you shift the scan However you get it you supposed to hit your man But we don't hold the grudges We control the budgets And do whatever the f** we wanna do n***a f** it CHORUS