n*ggas Got Me f*cked Up lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J]
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
These n*ggas got me f*cked up, I'm down for my crown, mane
If I go out, I go out on your ass, mane
Lame ass n*ggas startin' sh*t like some bast*rds
When I catch your mark ass slippin', I'ma blast ya
Half of you fools get high before a drive-by
I don't need a joint to let me know, that a ho can die
Through the eye, blast of the elevated scope-ah
Pull the trigger back, watch the bullets smack his throat-ah
n*ggas startin' sh*t, is a n*gga who's a coward
Only startin' sh*t, 'cause he think he got some power
Shower your ass with a full clip of hollow points
When I start to blast, b*tch, I bet, your ass'll get the point
Point me a tone right dead at your dome, fool
"Damn, he from the hood"
f*ck that, ain't nobody cool
Foolish-ass, jealous-ass n*ggas know they ain't down
You done met your match, b*tch, and the Patsta's gonna clown
[Chorus: Juicy J]
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
These n*ggas got me f*cked up

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Now everybody wanna play the hard role
Talkin' bout a b*tch, their money, and a bankroll
I know that if a fool steps to Patsta, I'll serve you
I'll be downtown for your goddamn murder
j*rk a n*gga by his collar, pistol to his head
When I pull the trigger, bet a dollar that the trick's dead
Dead on arrival with his weak boy at the club
Tryin' to f*ck with Pat, and his back head caught a slug
.38 Caliber, however at close range
Yeah, it's very, very fatal, mane, to a n*gga's brain
Train everyday, I'm a motherf*ckin' soldier
When you come up missin', motherf*cker, I done told you
Hold your nuts up, go and get your pop gun
You must be a fool, if you think a n*gga's gonna run
From your ass, I'm a pull the gat back 'til you struck
n*ggas should've known, dog, Project Pat don't give a f*ck
[Chorus: Juicy J]
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
(f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up)