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blaq poet - u phucc'd up lyrics

[intro (w/ kl)]
(yo, yo, yo, yo, poet, man
yo poet
you hear me son
d-mn son, man
i’m in some real live sh-t right now, thun)
d-mn
(sh-t is real right now, son
yeah i took this b-tch to pokenos man)
right
(just got back, you know what i’m saying?
yo son, man
it’s some sh-t, man
n-ggas is calling me, beeper keep going off)
you f-cked up
(i f-cked up, son)
you f-cked up, n-gga
yo
yo

[verse 1]
now where the f-ck where all that c0ke go
stop looking stupid n-gga like you don’t know
oh i heard you took the ho to the pokenos
with so much sh-t, they renamed her c0kenose
got n-ggas calling you and paging you
been their before n-gga, it’s like déjà vu
but the n-ggas you owe, they owe some n-ggas too
enough of the bullsh-t, they’re coming to body you
had too many chances, had too many shots
n-ggas heard it all from the stick-up kids to cops
now you in the [?], smoking bogey after bogey
like they’re gonna forget, n-gga, you in some sh-t
better get that money up before they chop off your cabbage
better hurry up before the n-ggas let you have it
and that’s what you get for trying to live lavish
f-cking up n-ggas’ money, stupid b-st-rd

[hook 2x]
you f-cked up and don’t know what to do
you f-cked up, got n-ggas looking for you
you f-cked up and don’t know what to do
you really f-cked up this time

[verse 2]
n-gga you knew better with that motherf-cking cheddar
trying to run around like you cash money jigga
you’re about to get your whole sh-t peeled
your man getting stabbed and your b-tch getting k!lled
n-gga what the deal, you better get your steel
i see a black car with four n-ggas looking ill
on the hill, sh-t’s about to get real
looks like you need the 9 mil’, i got your back with the mac mil’
stupid motherf-cker got me in this
f-cking with you, i might get my whole sh-t twist
but we go way back to many hood crimes
we watch janet play penny on good times
i always had your back, you always had mine
you know you’d bust for me, you know i’d bust mine
call them n-ggas back, tell them that they’re dead
or meet you at the southside if they want their bread
make sure that you got the full clip
and let the clique know that it just might be some bullsh-t
send the tickets to the store for some henny and a raw
you f-cked up, now we got a war

[hook]

[verse 3]
now we’re in the block drinking, getting drunk, playing with the guns
look up and here they come, they come to k!ll my thun
creeping, posting up on me
n-ggas behind the tree, taking aim on one knee
they got me, they got the drop, i turned up, hopped
we lit up the block, when the smoked cleared, n-ggas were shot
i’m on the bench with the gat c-cked, sizzling hot
two thuns drop dead right then on the spot
had to flee ’cause we heard the motherf-cking cops
n-ggas is dead ’cause you f-cked up mountains of rocks
skid out of here, don’t want to see you no more on the block
you’re exiled now n-gga, better bounce now n-gga
you f-cked up

- blaq poet lyrics

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