Easy Mo Bee - U Phucc'd Up lyrics

[Intro (w/ KL)] (Yo, yo, yo, yo, Poet, man Yo Poet You hear me son Damn son, man I'm in some real live sh** right now, thun) Damn (sh** is real right now, son Yeah I took this b**h to pokenos man) Right (Just got back, you know what I'm saying? Yo son, man It's some sh**, man n***as is calling me, beeper keep going off) You f**ed up (I f**ed up, son) You f**ed up, n***a Yo Yo [Verse 1] Now where the f** where all that coke go Stop looking stupid n***a like you don't know Oh I heard you took the ho to the pokenos With so much sh**, they renamed her cokenose Got n***as calling you and paging you Been their before n***a, it's like déjà vu But the n***as you owe, they owe some n***as too Enough of the bullsh**, they're coming to body you Had too many chances, had too many shots n***as heard it all from the stick-up kids to cops Now you in the [?], smoking bogey after bogey Like they're gonna forget, n***a, you in some sh** Better get that money up before they chop off your cabbage Better hurry up before the n***as let you have it And that's what you get for trying to live lavish f**ing up n***as' money, stupid ba*tard [Hook 2x] You f**ed up and don't know what to do You f**ed up, got n***as looking for you You f**ed up and don't know what to do You really f**ed up this time [Verse 2] n***a you knew better with that motherf**ing cheddar Trying to run around like you Cash Money Jigga You're about to get your whole sh** peeled Your man getting stabbed and your b**h getting k**ed n***a what the deal, you better get your steel I see a black car with four n***as looking ill On the hill, sh**'s about to get real Looks like you need the 9 mil', I got your back with the mac mil' Stupid motherf**er got me in this f**ing with you, I might get my whole sh** twist But we go way back to many hood crimes We watch Janet play Penny on Good Times I always had your back, you always had mine You know you'd bust for me, you know I'd bust mine Call them n***as back, tell them that they're dead Or meet you at the Southside if they want their bread Make sure that you got the full clip And let the clique know that it just might be some bullsh** Send the tickets to the store for some henny and a raw You f**ed up, now we got a war [Hook] [Verse 3] Now we're in the block drinking, getting drunk, playing with the guns Look up and here they come, they come to k** my thun Creeping, posting up on me n***as behind the tree, taking aim on one knee They got me, they got the drop, I turned up, hopped We lit up the block, when the smoked cleared, n***as were shot I'm on the bench with the gat co*ked, sizzling hot Two thuns drop dead right then on the spot Had to flee 'cause we heard the motherf**ing cops n***as is dead 'cause you f**ed up mountains of rocks Skid out of here, don't want to see you no more on the block You're exiled now n***a, better bounce now n***a You f**ed up