You Done Fucked Up Lyrics - Spice 1

You fat ass pudgy muthafucka 

Yeah, what's up now nigga? You ain't no muthafuckin' [Incomprehensible] 

How you gon' start some shit with the shit starter? 

Knew you was a bitch first time I saw ya 

Walkin' around sucking on everybody dick 

Trying to get a deal but your record sound straight like shit 

You was lucky to be signed with Jive 

They dropped your ass when your record stopped at one-thirty-five 

So next time you come at me nigga, best come clean 

Have ya ass using blood for Listerine 

So Mister CB-4 plastic gangsta ass 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 fuck and don't nobody record company want ya 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You know, you done fucked 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 ass down the middle like a swisha 

Sweet ass nigga talkin' shit, I'll shake your ass like a pit, yeah 

I'm in love with this rap shit, it's all good 

But bring your ass down to Spiggity One neighborhood 

Like Messy Marvin leave a mess 

As my AK chop that beef off yo muthafuckin' chest 

Bootsie as fuck and don't nobody record label want ya 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

You gon' be wearin' ya ass for a hat 

'Cause I'mma shoot ya dick out yo ass crack 

Nigga, ya fuckin' with tha straight up gangsta mack 

Piggity muthafuckin' pop, pop, pop 

Keep talking that punk ass shit and you won't live to see yo album drop 

All ya songs is rinky dinky 

Just a fat ass 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 ass 

Bootsie as fuck and don't nobody record company want ya 

You know, you done fucked up, don't you? 

Listen here you little bitch made muthafucka 

I'm gonna ask you some simple questions 

And I want some simple motherfuckin' 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 motherfucker 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 fucked up, don't you?