制作

出演艺人
Blaq Poet
Blaq Poet
表演者
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
表演者
作曲和作词
Wilburt Bass
Wilburt Bass
词曲作者
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
词曲作者
Kenneth Lewis
Kenneth Lewis
词曲作者
制作和工程
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
制作人

歌词

INTRO
Yo Yo Yo Poet man
Yo Poet
You hear me son?
Damn son, man
I’m in some real live shit right now Thdun
(Damn)
Shit is real right now son
I just took this bitch to the Poconos man
(Right, Right)
Just got back
You know what I’m sayin’?
Yo son man
I’m in some shit man
**** is callin’ me
Beeper keep goin off
(You Fucked Up!)
I fucked up son
(You Fucked up,
You fucked up ****…)
1st VERSE
Yo Yo
Now where the fuck did all that coke Go?
Stop lookin’ stupid ****
Like you don’t Know
Oh I heard you took that Ho to the Poconos
With so much shit
They renamed it Coconos
Got **** callin’ you
And pagin’ You
Been there before ****
It’s like Déjà Vu
But the **** you Owe
They owe some **** Too
Enough of that bullshit
They comin’ to body You
Had too many chances
Had too many Shots
**** heard it all
From the stick up kids to Cops
Now you in a cheat Mowie
Smokin’ bogey after bogey
Like they gonna Forget
****, you in some Shit
Better get that money up
Before they chop of your Cabbage
Better hurry up
Before them **** let you Have It
And that’s what you get
For tryin’ to live lavish
Fuckin’ up **** money
Stupid Bastard!
CHORUS
You Fucked up and don’t know what to do
You fucked up
Got **** lookin’ for you
You Fucked up and don’t know what to do
You really fucked up this time
You Fucked up and don’t know what to do
You fucked up
Got **** lookin’ for you
You Fucked up and don’t know what to do
You really fucked up this time
2nd VERSE
**** you knew Better
Where that Muthafuckin’ Cheddar
Try to run around
Like you cash money Jigga
You about to get your whole shit Peeled
Your man getting stabbed
And that bitch getting’ Killed
**** what the Deal?
You better get your Steel
I seen a black car with four **** lookin’ Ill on the Hill
Shit’s about to get Real
Looks like you need the Nine Mil
I got your back with the Mack Mil
Stupid muthafucker got me in This
Fuckin’ with you
I might get my whole shit Twist
But we go way back to many hood Crimes
We watched Janet play Penny on Good Times
I always had your back
You always had Mines
I know you bust for me
You know I bust Mines
Call them **** back
Tell’em that they Dead
Or meet you on the South Side
If they want they Bread
Make sure that you got the Full Clip
And let the clique know it just might be some Bullshit
Send the tickers to the Store
For the Henny and the Raw
You fucked up!
Now we got a War!
CHORUS
You Fucked up
And don’t know what to do
You fucked up
Got **** lookin’ for you
You Fucked up
And don’t know what to do
You really fucked up this time
3rd VERSE
Now we on the block Drinkin’
Gettin’ drunk
Playin’ with the Guns
Looked up and here they Come
They came to kill my Thdun
Creepin’
Postin’ up on Me
**** behind the Tree
Takin’ aim on one Knee
They got Me!
They got the Drop!
I turned
I Popped
We lit up the Block
When the smoke cleared
**** was Shot
I’m on the bench
With the gat sizzlin’ Hot
Two Thduns drop dead
Right then on the Spot
Had to flee
Cause we heard the Muthafuckin’ Cops
**** is dead
Cause you fucked up mountains of Rocks
Get outta here!
Don’t wanna see you no more on the Block!
You exiled ****!
Better bounce now ****!
You Fucked Up!
Written by: Blaq Poet, Easy Mo Bee, KL
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