You Done ****** Up lyrics

You fat ass pudgy muthaf*cka yeah, what up now n*gga?

How you gonna start some sh*t with the sh*t starter?
Knew you was a b*tch the first time I saw ya
Walkin' around sucking on everybody's di*k
Trying to get a deal but your records sound straight like sh*t
You was lucky to be signed with jive
They dropped your ass when your record stopped at 135
So next time you come at me n*gga, ya best come clean
Have your ass using blood for Listerine
So mister cb-4 blast a gangsta ass n*gga
Heard you wanna squab with the clip and the trigga
Gangsta murderer, gangstaville and gangsta killa
I'll locc up and put a slug in ya n*gga, what
Don't nobody record company want ya
You know ya done f*cked up don't ya?
You know ya done f*cked up don't ya?
You know ya done f*cked up don't ya?
You know ya done f*cked up don't ya?

Run n*gga run
You can run n*gga run but I'm gonna catch ya
You know I had to gat ya
Leave your body stiff like a statue
Wet ya, hit ya, get ya, split your ass down the middle
Like a swisha
Sweet ass n*gga talkin' sh*t
I'll shake your ass like a pit
I'm in love with this rap sh*t, it's all good
But bring your ass down to spiggity one neighborhood
Messy mob and leave a mess
As my ak chop that beef off your mothaf*ckin' chest
Don't nobody record label want ya
You know you done f*cked up don't ya?
You know you done f*cked up don't ya?
You know you done f*cked up don't ya?
You know you done f*cked up don't ya?
You know you done f*cked up don't ya?
You gonna be wearin' your ass for a hat
Cause I'm gonna shoot your di*k out your ass crack
n*gga, you're f*ckin' with tha straight up gangsta mack
Pop, pop, pop
Keep talking that punk ass sh*t and ya won't live to
See your album drop
All your songs is rinky dinky
Just a fat ass n*gga who had one too many twinkies
And I'm gonna watch that belly explode
When I catch ya in the street, unload the 4-5 and reload
Bend over and the hoes will laugh
Cause you show a big fat stanky crack in that ass
Don't nobody record company want ya
You know you done f*cked up don't ya?

Listen here you little b*tch made muthaf*cka
I'm gonna ask you some simple questions and I want
Some simple motherf*ckin' answers
You said you was a jive artist, is that true?
Well man, yeah I was a jive artist you know, and uh
I was signed to them, but uh, um
Is you or isn't you a jive artist?
Um, well, uh, you know, I really don't know,. I was
Or uh I am one, yeah
Well motherf*cker let me ask you this here, like I
Said simple questions simple answers
You said you sold 500,000 units
I sold somethin' like that you know
Five hundred?
No, uh
Four hundred?
Um, well
Two hundred?
Um
One hundred?
Uh, a little bit more than that
Talkin' that sh*t you know you done f*cked up don't ya?