Niggas Got Me Fucked Up

Lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J] These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up [Verse 1: Project Pat] These niggas got me fucked up, I'm down for my crown, mane If I go out, I go out on your ass, mane Lame-ass niggas startin' shit like some bastards When I catch your mark-ass slippin', I'ma blast ya Half of you fools get high before a drive-by I don't need a joint to let me know that a ho can die Through the eye, blast of the elevated scope-ah Pull the trigger back, watch the bullets smack his throat-ah Niggas startin' shit, is a nigga who's a coward Only startin' shit, 'cause he think he got some power Shower your ass with a full clip of hollow points When I start to blast, bitch, I bet, your ass'll get the point Point me a tone right dead at your dome, fool (Damn, he from the hood) Fuck that, ain't nobody cool Foolish-ass, jealous-ass niggas know they ain't down You done met your match, bitch, and the Patsta's gonna clown [Chorus: Juicy J] These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up These niggas got me fucked up [Verse 2: Project Pat] Now everybody wanna play the hard role Talkin' 'bout a bitch, their money, and a bankroll I know that if a fool steps to Patsta, I'll serve you I'll be downtown for your goddamn murder Jerk a nigga by his collar, pistol to his head When I pull the trigger, bet a dollar that the trick's dead Dead on arrival with his weak boy at the club Tryin' to fuck with Pat, and his back head caught a slug .38 Caliber, however at close range Yeah, it's very, very fatal, mane, to a nigga's brain Train everyday, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier When you come up missin', motherfucker, I done told ya Hold your nuts up, go and get your pop gun You must be a fool, if you think a nigga's gonna run From your ass, I'm a pull the Gat back 'til you struck Niggas should've known, dog, Project Pat don't give a fuck [Chorus: Juicy J] These niggas got me fucked up (Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up)