You Got Me f*cked Up lyrics

(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
You got me, f*cked up (n*gga you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
n*gga you got me, f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
You got me, f*cked up
(You got me f*cked up)

(Spice 1)
Candy ass n*ggas got more peppermint than Patty
When I'm bailin' out black in a black caddy
Got me f*ckED up, talkin' about what you got
You need to shut the f*ck before you get got
Shot in this motherf*cker, slugs out in this motherf*cker
Don't you feel the flames? Out for fortune and fame
Now if a real n*gga whip your ass it'll be a shame
Got me f*ckED up n*gga, quit playin' with the game
See I don't know about these other n*ggas out here poppin' that sh*t
Talkin' 'bout who they gon' ride on and who they gon' get
But I ain't the motherf*cker that's out here to be played with
Got me f*ckED up n*gga, I'll ride for my chips
You ain't gonna be talkin' too much sh*t with your mouth on a gat (gat)
Have everything you were speakin' 'bout right there on your lap
You got me f*ckED up, who the hell you think I am?
Some ol' sucker or sumthin', some ol' busta or sumthin'
Who'll boss you a nut
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
You got me, f*cked up (n*gga you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
n*gga you got me, f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
You got me, f*cked up
(You got me f*cked up)

(Spice 1)
Ay b*tch, you got me f*ckED up, I'm on the other side of the game ho
Tricks be kids and I'm a grown-ass man dog
I say what I wanna say and do what I wanna do
Talkin' that gangsta sh*t and walkin' it to (Blaow!)
You got me f*ckED up n*gga, the game chose me
Take a picture of the bad guy, Black Bossalini
I been spittin' dead presidents since they was alive
Me, Franklin and Grant, we been ridin' since eighty-five
And they don't die they just multiply like our g's
Got me f*ckED up, I stay heated the game don't freeze
For now n*gga, knew myself around killers
Might take the AK off the shelf, shoot down n*ggas
Clown n*ggas, thugged out, platinum bound n*ggas
But I'm keepin' my motherf*ckin' feet on the ground n*ggas
Got me f*ckED up, don't get twisted and sh*t
Cause I'll still knock you out, check your pockets for grip
You got me f*ckED up
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
You got me, f*cked up (n*gga you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
n*gga you got me, f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
You got me, f*cked up
(You got me f*cked up)

(Spice 1)
Yeah n*gga you got me f*ckED up, you need to give me fifty feet
Doin' way three much talkin' like you can't be touched
If a n*gga spend fifty g's on some plussed out sh*t
We'll make you think you gon' spend ten and have you leashed
You got me f*ckED up, I ain't the n*gga you thought I was
Don't underestimate the mind mentality, of a thug
Slugs spittin' at night, man that sh*t ain't nuttin' new
Young n*ggas is spittin' slugs, my n*ggas spittin' to
What's really, I hope you strapped talkin' all that sh*t
Cause I'll shoot an unknown motherf*cker, just to strip
You got me f*ckED up n*gga, I'm the East Bay G
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Black Bossalini
Six feet, two-fifteen and I'll beat yo' ass
AK-47 right up to the tinted glass
I should clap yo' ass right now, right here
Cause all that bullsh*t you talkin', you ain't pumpin' no fear
You got me f*ckED up
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
You got me, f*cked up (n*gga you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)
n*gga you got me, f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
(You got me f*cked up)