Mr. Do It To Death

U Got Me Fucked Up
(feat. Coo Coo Cal, Kela) [Mr. Do It 2 Death] What? [Kela talking] Why you niggaz got this game like fucked up right Niggaz like that is confusin here huh? What Got me fucked up Slow down playgirl, you got me fucked up Hey tell that nigga "Slow down nigga!" Coo Coo Cal tell em how it go watch [Coo Coo Cal] You got me fucked up, ha to whom it may concern Snitches wit thee intensions to get burned It's my turn to earn this cake Any nigga that's outta line, we set em straight Pull out that (?) fill em wit hoes, and let em bake Straight pissed-off, ya'll I wanna pull out the Beam today When my folks, they calm, layin in the lawn, nigga like a green berre' And uza hoe bitch To fuck wit the clique I roll wit And why they call me "Crazy", cuz mutha fucka they can't control this Letras de cancionesAnd I'ma stand on it Fuck it, I even dance on it And if it got somethin to do with stratch, I watch my back and get my hands on it Ya'll got me all fucked up, ha, from head-to-toe No! My clique ain't physically fit fo war nigga, but nigga we ready to go Blows to the dome nigga Fo's wit the chrome nigga Hoes wanna run wit a nigga Toes gotta leave me alone nigga Figga nigga got fame and now I'm stuck up Well that shit is false In the name of the man on the cross You got me fucked up [Chorus: x1] You got me fucked up (I'm sick of niggaz) So while you niggaz in the world always twistin shit up, on me You got me fucked up (I'm sick of bitches) And while you bitches in the world always twistin shit up, on meee! You got me fucked up (I'm sick of hoes) And while you hoes in this world always twistin shit up, on meeeeeee! You got me fucked up (I'm sick of niggaz) You got me fucked up thinkin you can all run game, on meee! [Kela] Three strikes your out bitch Don't really think you wanna doubt this Mistress, thats droppin off to your dome make a nigga all steal this Don't snitches, that's poppin off at the mouth you know they get dealt wit Infinite 4-5, it'll show you hoes not to fuck wit this Bitch don't trip, cuz we don't take no shit, we handle bizness Got Do It 2 Death and Cal on my side, ready to ride on (?) you trick Runnin this, my clique will stick his bitch, and oh we too cold Puttin mutha fuckaz up on they back, cuz bitch you thought you was too bold But fo' sho, we takin on shows Betta keep cool when we come thru the do Hoes don't hate, just keep ya mouth closed May our haters down is what we came here fo Betta thank twice before you step to dis One up once and get done wit, squit I told you not to fuck wit us Makin niggaz mad cuz we have their shit Can nobody hold us down Unexplained a nigga on the clown Niggaz, they (?) like this Cold-ass bitch represent fo the Mil-Town Nigga don't clown, 'fo you get beatdown On the real, in the Mil These niggaz get done up Smacked the last thang, I know you got me fucked up [Chorus: x1] [Mr. Do It 2 Death] I wrote dis'here, what you niggaz know I tote dis'here, niggaz wishin They gon' play my position, shit, I'm totin' dis here I got it locked, this here mine ya'll, don't get it confused Half of these niggaz watchin me flow, wishin they could dance in my shoes I try to tell em shit, "These ain't your size partna!" You can mug all night in the club, I don't give a fuck, my guys got cha You got some (?) like Do It 2 Death up in ya, they beat it up out cha My album green in the streets Read the billboard, read it and weap Niggaz say I'm irigant, hoes say I act like I'm all that Tell 'em "Ain't shit changed" and "Who really gives a fuck except my drawback" Ya'll thought I was leakin, bitch-nigga ya'll caught in a fog I'm still (?) ya'll walkin a dog Nigga I can personify the shit I spit, I ain't just flossin at ya'll One thangs fo' sho, don't let me score I'm caught in a ball Niggaz say they wanna see me make it, knowin that they really wanna see me fall Nigga I'ma cross this line, whether I run, walk or crawl [Chorus: x1] [Chorus: x1] You got me fucked up So while you niggaz in the world always twistin shit up, on me You got me fucked up (Look I'm gonna tell you like this right) And while you bitches in the world always twistin shit up, on meee! You got me fucked up (right?) And while you hoes in this world always twistin shit up, on meeeeeee! You got me fucked up (don't get it confused) You got me fucked up thinkin you can all run game, on meee From Letras Mania