(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (n**** you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
n**** you got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up
(You got me f***** up)
(Spice 1)
Candy a** n***** got more peppermint than Patty
When I'm bailin' out black in a black caddy
Got me f***** up, talkin' about what you got
You need to shut the f*** before you get got
Shot in this m***********, slugs out in this m***********
Don't you feel the flames? Out for fortune and fame
Now if a real n**** whip your a** it'll be a shame
Got me f***** up n****, quit playin' with the game
See I don't know about these other n***** out here poppin' that s***
Talkin' 'bout who they gon' ride on and who they gon' get
But I ain't the m*********** that's out here to be played with
Got me f***** up n****, I'll ride for my chips
You ain't gonna be talkin' too much s*** with your mouth on a gat (gat)
Have everything you were speakin' 'bout right there on your lap
You got me f***** 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, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (n**** you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
n**** you got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up
(You got me f***** up)
(Spice 1)
Ay b****, you got me f***** up, I'm on the other side of the game hoe
Tricks be kids and I'm a grown-a** man dog
I say what I wanna say and do what I wanna do
Talkin' that gangsta s*** and walkin' it to (Blaow!)
You got me f***** up n****, 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 f***** up, I stay heated the game don't freeze
For now n****, knew myself around killers
Might take the AK off the shelf, shoot down n*****
Clown n*****, thugged out, platinum bound n*****
But I'm keepin' my m***********' feet on the ground n*****
Got me f***** up, don't get twisted and s***
cause I'll still knock you out, check your pockets for grip
You got me f***** up
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (n**** you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
n**** you got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up
(You got me f***** up)
(Spice 1)
Yeah n**** you got me f***** up, you need to give me fifty feet
Doin' way three much talkin' like you can't be touched
If a n**** spend fifty g's on some plussed out s***
We'll make you think you gon' spend ten and have you leashed
You got me f***** up, I ain't the n**** you thought I was
Don't underestimate the mind mentality, of a thug
Slugs spittin' at night, man that s*** ain't nuttin' new
Young n***** is spittin' slugs, my n***** spittin' to
What's really, I hope you strapped talkin' all that s***
Cause I'll shoot an unknown m***********, just to strip
You got me f***** up n****, I'm the East Bay G
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Black Bossalini
Six feet, two-fifteen and I'll beat yo' a**
AK-47 right up to the tinted glass
I should clap yo' a** right now, right here
Cause all that bullshit you talkin', you ain't pumpin' no fear
You got me f***** up
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (n**** you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
n**** you got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (n**** you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
n**** you got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up
(You got me f***** up)
(Spice 1)
Candy a** n***** got more peppermint than Patty
When I'm bailin' out black in a black caddy
Got me f***** up, talkin' about what you got
You need to shut the f*** before you get got
Shot in this m***********, slugs out in this m***********
Don't you feel the flames? Out for fortune and fame
Now if a real n**** whip your a** it'll be a shame
Got me f***** up n****, quit playin' with the game
See I don't know about these other n***** out here poppin' that s***
Talkin' 'bout who they gon' ride on and who they gon' get
But I ain't the m*********** that's out here to be played with
Got me f***** up n****, I'll ride for my chips
You ain't gonna be talkin' too much s*** with your mouth on a gat (gat)
Have everything you were speakin' 'bout right there on your lap
You got me f***** 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, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (n**** you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
n**** you got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up
(You got me f***** up)
(Spice 1)
Ay b****, you got me f***** up, I'm on the other side of the game hoe
Tricks be kids and I'm a grown-a** man dog
I say what I wanna say and do what I wanna do
Talkin' that gangsta s*** and walkin' it to (Blaow!)
You got me f***** up n****, 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 f***** up, I stay heated the game don't freeze
For now n****, knew myself around killers
Might take the AK off the shelf, shoot down n*****
Clown n*****, thugged out, platinum bound n*****
But I'm keepin' my m***********' feet on the ground n*****
Got me f***** up, don't get twisted and s***
cause I'll still knock you out, check your pockets for grip
You got me f***** up
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (n**** you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
n**** you got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up
(You got me f***** up)
(Spice 1)
Yeah n**** you got me f***** up, you need to give me fifty feet
Doin' way three much talkin' like you can't be touched
If a n**** spend fifty g's on some plussed out s***
We'll make you think you gon' spend ten and have you leashed
You got me f***** up, I ain't the n**** you thought I was
Don't underestimate the mind mentality, of a thug
Slugs spittin' at night, man that s*** ain't nuttin' new
Young n***** is spittin' slugs, my n***** spittin' to
What's really, I hope you strapped talkin' all that s***
Cause I'll shoot an unknown m***********, just to strip
You got me f***** up n****, I'm the East Bay G
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Black Bossalini
Six feet, two-fifteen and I'll beat yo' a**
AK-47 right up to the tinted glass
I should clap yo' a** right now, right here
Cause all that bullshit you talkin', you ain't pumpin' no fear
You got me f***** up
(Chorus: Spice 1)
You got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
You got me, f***** up (n**** you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)
n**** you got me, f***** up (you got me f***** up)
(You got me f***** up)