Y’all Fucked Up Now

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Two guns up, motherfucker Uh huh Yeah Niggas runnin' around yappin' with dicks in they mouth My niggas Shit is serious – L-O-X Couldn't even put 3 niggas together and come up with this combination (Faggot) Shit is fo' real Yo [Verse 1: Styles P] I pack a 4 5, puff a blunt and get high Don't give a fuck if I die, 'cause my son is alive I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise Could've died ten times – that made me live Sell my soul? Not for no cars and gold I been through it, 'cause 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 Fuck around, I might run to the West Lay low and get blunted to death Niggas is wack – I can't say it plainer than that Dawg, you shine in the front, but it rain in the back Fuck the middle – 'cause the middle do a lot and a little Stuck in between, but y'all niggas won't see the riddle Settle for less – a General, but don't medal my chest Die for my niggas nevertheless Can't find a nigga better than S, 'Kiss, and the Louch' Every man a head of the group, with bread in the coupe Y'all niggas want the red in my boots, hole in my shirt Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt I see the Rollie not move, but the shit still work Motherfucker, that'll make you a jerk – cocksucker [Chorus] Aiyyo, what y'all gon' do now? Y'all fucked up now Niggas How deep is your crew now? Y'all fucked up now Don't make us heat you down (You know what I'm sayin'?) Y'all fucked up now (This ain't no fuckin' joke, niggas is hungry) We the nicest niggas around (Fuck is wrong?!) Y'all fucked up now (Yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo) [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] I pay off blue suits that's sucio And I put drugs in my girl coochie hole A bad bitch that kill, so when you put the dogs on her, you smell Massengill Summer's Eve, puttin drugs 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 and a mira? Next to cuchifritos – tickets? Keep those And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose I ain't the nigga that you see posted on cop walls I'm that, 18 and up mamis on my balls Y'all can't figure the great one, Sheek be Jason Not cops, but that legendary nigga 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 the 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 owners slide us burners with Coronas We the best that ever did it – if you need us, telephone us What the fuck, nigga?! [Chorus] Aiyyo, what y'all gon' do now? Y'all fucked up now Niggas How deep is your crew now? Y'all fucked up now Don't make us heat you down (You know what I'm sayin'?) Y'all fucked up now (This ain't no fuckin' joke, niggas is hungry) We the nicest niggas around (Fuck is wrong?!) Y'all fucked up now (Yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo) [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, a nigga wanna go to war with Kiss? Find him a ditch Old school niggas tell me, I remind 'em of Rich 'Cause I take the kids shopping and send 'em on bus trips Hoppin' out a rough 6, with sweats and scuffed kicks I supply all the dealers and tell 'em to stuff nicks I done signed every autograph and took every flick I'm quite sure that I coulda hit very chick But I didn't; ones that I did, gave 'em heavy dick – all day The LOX flow hotter than Broadway Election time, try'na cop blow in the hallway And there ain't enough plates for y'all to eat with me Stingy nigga, but I share my slugs equally I put half where your waist at, and half where your face at You re-in from a new spot, let somebody taste that From the street, rap is only one of my plans I got Dirty South niggas payin' a hundred a gram And I could care less how much you shipped 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 fuck we wanna do, nigga – fuck it [Chorus] Aiyyo, what y'all gon' do now? Y'all fucked up now Niggas How deep is your crew now? Y'all fucked up now Don't make us heat you down (You know what I'm sayin'?) Y'all fucked up now (This ain't no fuckin' joke, niggas is hungry) We the nicest niggas around (Fuck is wrong?!) Y'all fucked up now (Yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)