You Done Fucked Up

You fat a*s pudgy muthaf**ka Yeah, what's up now nigga? You ain't no muthaf**kin' [Incomprehensible] How you gon' start some shit with the shit starter? Knew you was a bitch first time I saw ya Walkin' around s*cking on everybody d**k Trying to get a deal but your record sound straight like shit You was lucky to be signed with Jive They dropped your a*s when your record stopped at one-thirty-five So next time you come at me nigga, best come clean Have ya a*s using blood for Listerine So Mister CB-4 plastic gangsta a*s nigga Heard you wanna squab with the clip and the trigga Gangsta murderer, gangsta villain gangsta killa I loc up and put a slug in ya nigga, what Bootsie as f**k and don't nobody record company want ya You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? Run nigga, run, you can run nigga run but I'mma catch ya, you know I had to gat ya, leave your body stiff like a statue, wet ya, get ya, hit ya Bitcha split your a*s down the middle like a swisha Sweet a*s nigga talkin' shit, I'll shake your a*s like a pit, yeah I'm in love with this rap shit, it's all good But bring your a*s down to Spiggity One neighborhood Like Messy Marvin leave a mess As my AK chop that beef off yo muthaf**kin' chest Bootsie as f**k and don't nobody record label want ya You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? You gon' be wearin' ya a*s for a hat 'Cause I'mma shoot ya d**k out yo a*s crack Nigga, ya f**kin' with tha straight up gangsta mack Piggity muthaf**kin' pop, pop, pop Keep talking that punk a*s shit and you won't live to see yo album drop All ya songs is rinky dinky Just a fat a*s nigga, who had one too many twinkies And I'mma watch that belly explode When I catch you in the street, unload the four-five and reload Bend over and the hoes will laugh 'Cause you show a big fat stanky crack in that a*s Bootsie as f**k and don't nobody record company want ya You know, you done f**ked up, don't you? Listen here you little bitch made muthaf**ka I'm gonna ask you some simple questions And I want some simple motherf**kin' answers Now you said you was a Jive artist, is that true? (Well man) Yeah, I was a Jive artist you know, and I, I was signed to them, but uh, uh Is you or ain't you a Jive artist? I know, you know, I don't really don't know I, I was, I am one, yeah Well motherf**ker let me ask you this here Like I said simple questions, simple answers Now you said you sold five-hundred thousand units I sold, I sold somethin' like that you know Five-hundred? No, I Four-hundred thousand? Some Two-hundred thousand? A little bit One-hundred thousand? A little bit more than that, man You know what I mean, talkin' that shit You know, you done f**ked up, don't you?