Easy Mo Bee - You f**ed Up lyrics

[Man and Blaq Poet] Yo yo yo yo Poet man yo Poet. You hear me son? Damn son man. I'm in some real live sh** right now dun (Damn) sh** is real right now son. I just took this b**h to Poconos man (Right, Right) Just got back you, know what I'm saying. Yo son man.. I'm in some sh** man. n***as is calling me. Pager keep going off (You f**ed up) I f**ed up son [Blaq Poet] You f**ed up n***a [Blaq Poet] Now where the f** did all that coke go? Stop looking stupid, n***a, like you don't know Oh, I heard you took that ho to Poconos With so much sh** they renamed it Cocanos Got n***as calling you and paging you Been there before n***a, it's like deja vu But the n***as you owe, they owe some n***as too Enough of that bullsh**, they coming body you Had too many changes, had too many shots n***as heard it all from stick-up-kids to cops Now you in a jeep, moe, smoking bogie after bogie Like they going to forget n***a, you're in some sh** Better get that money up before they chop off your cabbage Better hurry up before them n***as let you have it And that what you get for trying to live lavish f**ing up n***as money, stupid ba*tard [Hook] x2 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 [Blaq Poet] n***a you knew better With that motherf**ing cheddar Trying to run around like you're cash money Jigga You're about to get your whole sh** peeled Your man getting stabbed and that b**h getting k**ed n***a what the deal You better get your steel I've seen a black car with four n***as looking ill on the hill sh** is about to get real Looks like you need the nine mill, I got your back with the mac-mill Stupid motherf**er got me in this f**ing with you I might get my whole sh** twisted But we go way back, did many hood crimes We watched Janet play Penny on Good Times I always had your back, you always had mines I know you bust for me, you know I bust mines Call them n***as back, tell them that they're dead Or meet you on the southside if they want their bread Make sure that you got the full clip And let the click know it just might be some bullsh** Send the chickens to the store, ?pour Henny in the raw? You f**ed up, now we got to raw [Hook] [Blaq Poet] Now we on the block drinking Getting drunk, playing with guns Look up in here there they come They came to k** my dun Creeping, posting up on me n***as behind the tree Taking aim on one knee They got me They got to drop I turned up hop We lit up the block When the smoke cleared n***as was shot I'm on the bench with the gatco*k sizzling hot Two duns dropped dead right then on the spot Had to flee because we heard the motherf**ing cops n***as is dead beacause you f**ed up, ?mountains of rocks? Get out of here, I don't want to see you no more on the block You're exiled, n***a Better bounce now, n***a You f**ed up