Mr. f*ck Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Grinch]
My n*ggas call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a f*ck up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so n*gga feel my pockets with the dollar
Cause J-Rocc keep the strap in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it

[Verse 2: Bone]
Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packing punches always keep a good grip
My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click
I live like a mack and keep the b*tches on my di*k
You sorry sap sips still hanging on my sh*t
Compton is the heart and that's where we all from
The jacking going on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slipping while we dipping the 4
Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke them from the door
And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air
True checking done by the true f*cking player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Raining make them kill 'em cause I'm serving 'em spot
And that's how it's done I keep it flowing like a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor
Then I call the Juvy cause I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry about a damn we got the end, we getting loot
[Hook]
Laws are made to be broken up
What n*ggas need to do is start loc-ing up

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Theny call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chilling in the spot
My n*ggas call me Bishop when I'm rolling with my Glock
The crackers call me bandit when I'm running from the cops
And the b*tches call me daddy when I'm tearing up the c*ck
Yo the title's Mr. f*ck up so I figure that I'm f*cked
Got no luck, sh*t, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
Cause I'm a n*gga with a motherf*cking gun master planning

[Verse 4 :J-Rocc]
I'm a crazy ass n*gga making motherf*ckers fall
A n*gga from the streets hanging in the f*cking hall
I place where we smoke bud and n*ggas get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren sh*t
Now everybody chilling and the b*tches getting freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Licking out my ass hole like a f*cking groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my n*gga Juvy
Heading downstairs my n*ggas hand me a 4-O
Smoking the extension you know it's the indo
Now I'm feeling high like I'm sitting on a cloud
The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the n*gga that they call J-Rocc
The party's going through but I still got my Glock
I'm watching for the bad apples in every bunch
And if it's necessary motherf*cker we can thump
Or get a f*cking pump, put a hole in your chest
Slugs going straight through a bullet proof vest
Matters getting worse if I have to drop the dogs
Beat ya in your face yelling till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your f*cking nine and your clip
And let these motherf*ckers know what's up on the Whole Click
[Hook]