Spice 1 – You Got Me Fucked Up lyrics

send* corrections to the typist (Chorus

Spice: 1) You
got me fucked, up (you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) You
got me fucked, up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) Nigga
you got me fucked, up (you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) You
got me fucked, up (You
got me fucked up) (Spice

1) Candy
ass niggas got more peppermint than Patty When
I'm bailin' out black in a black caddy Got
me FUCKED up talkin', about what you got You
need to shut the fuck before you get got Shot
in this motherfucker slugs, out in this motherfucker Don't
you feel the flames Out? for fortune and fame Now
if a real nigga whip your ass it'll be a shame Got
me FUCKED up nigga quit, playin' with the game See
I don't know about these other niggas out here poppin' that shit Talkin'
'bout who they gon' ride on and who they gon' get But
I ain't the motherfucker that's out here to be played with Got
me FUCKED up nigga I'll, ride for my chips You
ain't gonna be talkin' too much shit with your mouth on a gat (gat) Have
everything you were speakin' 'bout right there on your lap You
got me FUCKED up who, the hell you think I am Some?
ol' sucker or sumthin' some, ol' busta or sumthin' Who'll
boss you a nut (Chorus

Spice: 1) You
got me fucked, up (you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) You
got me fucked, up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) Nigga
you got me fucked, up (you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) You
got me fucked, up (You
got me fucked up) (Spice

1) Ay
bitch you, got me FUCKED up I'm, on the other side of the game hoe Tricks
be kids and I'm a grown-ass man dog I
say what I wanna say and do what I wanna do Talkin'
that gangsta shit and walkin' it to (Blaow )!You
got me FUCKED up nigga the, game chose me Take
a picture of the bad guy Black, Bossalini I
been spittin' dead presidents since they was alive Me
Franklin, and Grant we, been ridin' since eighty-five And
they don't die they just multiply like our g's Got
me FUCKED up I, stay heated the game don't freeze For
now nigga knew, myself around killers Might
take the AK off the shelf shoot, down niggas Clown
niggas thugged, out platinum, bound niggas But
I'm keepin' my motherfuckin' feet on the ground niggas Got
me FUCKED up don't, get twisted and shit cause
I'll still knock you out check, your pockets for grip You
got me FUCKED up (Chorus

Spice: 1) You
got me fucked, up (you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) You
got me fucked, up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) Nigga
you got me fucked, up (you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) You
got me fucked, up (You
got me fucked up) (Spice

1) Yeah
nigga you got me FUCKED up you, need to give me fifty feet Doin'
way three much talkin' like you can't be touched If
a nigga spend fifty g's on some plussed out shit We'll
make you think you gon' spend ten and have you leashed You
got me FUCKED up I, ain't the nigga you thought I was Don't
underestimate the mind mentality of, a thug Slugs
spittin' at night man, that shit ain't nuttin' new Young
niggas is spittin' slugs my, niggas spittin' to What's
really I, hope you strapped talkin' all that shit Cause
I'll shoot an unknown motherfucker just, to strip You
got me FUCKED up nigga I'm, the East Bay G Fetty
Chico Shiznilty, Black, Bossalini Six
feet two-fifteen, and I'll beat yo' ass AK-47
right up to the tinted glass I
should clap yo' ass right now right, here Cause
all that bullshit you talkin' you, ain't pumpin' no fear You
got me FUCKED up (Chorus

Spice: 1) You
got me fucked, up (you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) You
got me fucked, up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up) Nigga
you got me fucked, up (you got me fucked up) (You
got me fucked up)