letra de u got me fucked up - mr. do it 2 death
[mr. do it 2 death]
what?
[kela talking]
why you n-ggas got this game like f-cked up right
n-ggas like that is confusin here huh?
what
got me f-cked up
slow down playgirl, you got me f-cked up
hey tell that n-gga “slow down n-gga!”
coo coo cal tell em how it go watch
[coo coo cal]
you got me f-cked up, ha
to whom it may concern
snitches wit thee intensions to get burned
it’s my turn to earn this cake
any n-gga that’s outta line, we set em straight
pull out that (?) fill em wit hoes, and let em bake
straight p-ssed-off, ya’ll i wanna pull out the beam today
when my folks, they calm, layin in the lawn, n-gga like a green berre’
and uza hoe b-tch
to f-ck wit the clique i roll wit
and why they call me “crazy”, cuz m-th- f-cka they can’t control this
and i’ma stand on it
f-ck it, i even dance on it
and if it got somethin to do with stratch
i watch my back and get my hands on it
ya’ll got me all f-cked up, ha, from head-to-toe
no! my clique ain’t physically fit fo war n-gga, but n-gga we ready to go
blows to the dome n-gga
fo’s wit the chrome n-gga
hoes wanna run wit a n-gga
toes gotta leave me alone n-gga
figga n-gga got fame and now i’m stuck up
well that sh-t is false
in the name of the man on the cross
you got me f-cked up
chorus:1x
you got me f-cked up (i’m sick of n-ggas)
so while you n-ggas in the world always twistin sh-t up, on me
you got me f-cked up (i’m sick of b-tches)
and while you b-tches in the world always twistin sh-t up, on meee!
you got me f-cked up (i’m sick of hoes)
and while you hoes in this world always twistin sh-t up, on meeeeeee!
you got me f-cked up (i’m sick of n-ggas)
you got me f-cked up thinkin you can all run game, on meee!
[kela]
three strikes your out b-tch
don’t really think you wanna doubt this
mistress, thats droppin off to your dome make a n-gga all steal this
don’t snitches, that’s poppin off at the mouth you know they get dealt wit
infinite 4-5, it’ll show you hoes not to f-ck wit this
b-tch don’t trip, cuz we don’t take no sh-t, we handle bizness
got do it 2 death and cal on my side
ready to ride on (?) you trick
runnin this, my clique will stick his b-tch, and oh we too cold
puttin m-th- f-ckaz up on they back, cuz b-tch you thought you was too bold
but fo’ sho, we takin on shows
betta keep cool when we come thru the do
hoes don’t hate, just keep ya mouth closed
may our haters down is what we came here fo
betta thank twice before you step to dis
one up once and get done wit, squit
i told you not to f-ck wit us
makin n-ggas mad cuz we have their sh-t
can n0body hold us down
unexplained a n-gga on the clown
n-ggas, they (?) like this
cold–ss b-tch represent fo the mil-town
n-gga don’t clown, ‘fo you get beatdown
on the real, in the mil
these n-ggas get done up
smacked the last thang, i know you got me f-cked up
chorus:1x
[mr. do it 2 death]
i wrote dis’here, what you n-ggas know
i tote dis’here, n-ggas wishin
they gon’ play my position, sh-t, i’m totin’ dis here
i got it locked, this here mine ya’ll, don’t get it confused
half of these n-ggas watchin me flow, wishin they could dance in my shoes
i try to tell em sh-t, “these ain’t your size partna!”
you can mug all night in the club, i don’t give a f-ck, my guys got cha
you got some (?) like do it 2 death up in ya, they beat it up out cha
my album green in the streets
read the billboard, read it and weap
n-ggas say i’m irigant, hoes say i act like i’m all that
tell ’em “ain’t sh-t changed” and
“who really gives a f-ck except my drawback”
ya’ll thought i was leakin, b-tch-n-gga ya’ll caught in a fog
i’m still (?) ya’ll walkin a dog
n-gga i can personify the sh-t i spit, i ain’t just flossin at ya’ll
one thangs fo’ sho, don’t let me score i’m caught in a ball
n-ggas say they wanna see me make it
knowin that they really wanna see me fall
n-gga i’ma cross this line, whether i run, walk or crawl
chorus:1x
chorus:1x
you got me f-cked up
so while you n-ggas in the world always twistin sh-t up, on me
you got me f-cked up (look i’m gonna tell you like this right)
and while you b-tches in the world always twistin sh-t up, on meee!
you got me f-cked up (right?)
and while you hoes in this world always twistin sh-t up, on meeeeeee!
you got me f-cked up (don’t get it confused)
you got me f-cked up thinkin you can all run game, on meee!
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