Niggas Got Me Fucked Up lyrics

Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)

These niggaz got me fucked up

These niggaz got me fucked up

These niggaz got me fucked up

[These hoes got me fucked up]

These niggaz got me fucked up

These niggaz got me fucked up

These niggaz got me fucked up

[These niggaz got me fucked up]



Project Pat [DJ Paul]:

The murderers, robbers, here I go again y`all

Triple Six don` came up when I was in the pen y`all

Weak rappin`, lip flappin` niggaz, make `em suck a dick

Project Pat, I`m in this bitch, Kaze niggaz runnin` shit

Which mean you hoes need to recognize who you dis

Kidnappin` muthafuckaz, stick a burl in his lips

Kiss from the Mosberg, send him to another world

Blew his ass off, body floppin` with the bloody curls

Sterile from the sight, of his blood, cause I show no love

Suckaz like to fight, but the Pastor like to shoot them slugs

Scrubs talkin` shit, just like hoes when I ain`t, lookin`

All in a mac, conversation get your life tooken

Lookin` for some back up, trick you just star prayin`

Project never slack so, bitch I`ma start sprayin`

Layin` muthafuckaz in the ground, show `em how I clown

[Them hoes gon` die tonight man] It`s whatever man, you know I`m down



Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)



[ScanMan]

Watch, yourself, or Killa Klan Kaze forge your death

Bendin` red, from the blood you bled, spittin` from your head

Let `em burn, cause you fucked with this, killeristic clique

With no common sense, listen to the voices, tempt a killa bitch

One, Two, Three, Four

Wrap your hand arond his throat

Squeeze, squeeze, tight-ly

`Til he starts to gasp for beathe

Pain, I know he feels, cause I feel it though my body

But it`s lovely, to have these final, see to grab my children

So, now the end is near

ScanMan stomp the Holy Grail

It`s my 9 to your door

So fuck your friends and your foes

So now you feel me, nigga

Now tell me who`s the fuckin` killa behind the trigga

It`s Scan fuckin` Man, with the demons crazed in his soul

But you bitches still don`t hear me though, so...



Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)



[MC Mack]

Playa hatin` cross the nation, got me facin` situations

So many so called friends washed down the drain,

through trial and tribulations

Hastin`, wastin` all your time,

tryin` to splurge your anna, come and test this Mack

What all my boys don` done, it`s did, bet these hollow tips got my back

Dig that like that drrrrrat-tat-tat, to your biznack,

whether it`s either fact or fiction

Muthafuck you a your crew, your clique,

got all you hoes in stitches

Never tryin` to brag or boast

but whoever closest to you, gon` suffer the most

I earn my fame and fortune, gettin` respect bitch, coast to coast

For you cluckers it`s true I hate ya, I won`t bown down to nay nigga

I don` came to far to look back now trick

You couldn`t fade me with some clippers

Tryin` to tempt my fuckin` flow, my lyrics is hard like and erection

Groupies jock me, got the leg spreadin` open like an affection

Crumb snatchin`, paper chasin`, I`m doin` whatever to reach the top

It`s your name that gotta get scratched

Yes it`s your ass that gotta get popped

Kamakaze, times up, get the fuck, nigga what

Retaliation is a must, a Mack for life, I gotta bust, that`s fucked up
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