You Done Fucked Up Video (MV)

You fat ass pudgy muthaf*cka
Yeah, what's up now nigga? You ain't no muthaf*ckin' [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 f*ck and don't nobody record company want ya

You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?
You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?
You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?
You know, you done f*cked 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 muthaf*ckin' chest
Bootsie as f*ck and don't nobody record label want ya

You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?
You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?
You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?
You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?
You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?
You know, you done f*cked 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 f*ckin' with tha straight up gangsta mack
Piggity muthaf*ckin' 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 f*ck and don't nobody record company want ya
You know, you done f*cked up, don't you?

Listen here you little bitch made muthaf*cka
I'm gonna ask you some simple questions
And I want some simple motherf*ckin' 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*cker 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*cked up, don't you?