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Die Doofen - Niggas Got Me Fucked Up lyrics
Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)
 These niggaz got me fucked up
 These niggaz got me fucked up
 These niggaz got me fucked up
 [These hoes got me fucked up]
 These niggaz got me fucked up
 These niggaz got me fucked up
 These niggaz got me fucked up
 [These niggaz got me fucked up]
 Project Pat [DJ Paul]:
 The murderers, robbers, here I go again y'all
 Triple Six don' came up when I was in the pen y'all
 Weak rappin', lip flappin' niggaz, make 'em suck a dick
 Project Pat, I'm in this bitch, Kaze niggaz runnin' shit
 Which mean you hoes need to recognize who you dis
 Kidnappin' muthafuckaz, stick a burl in his lips
 Kiss from the Mosberg, send him to another world
 Blew his ass off, body floppin' with the bloody curls
 Sterile from the sight, of his blood, cause I show no love
 Suckaz like to fight, but the Pastor like to shoot them slugs
 Scrubs talkin' shit, just like hoes when I ain't, lookin'
 All in a mac, conversation get your life tooken
 Lookin' for some back up, trick you just star prayin'
 Project never slack so, bitch I'ma start sprayin'
 Layin' muthafuckaz in the ground, show 'em how I clown
 [Them hoes gon' die tonight man] It's whatever man, you know I'm down
Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)
 [ScanMan]
 Watch, yourself, or Killa Klan Kaze forge your death
 Bendin' red, from the blood you bled, spittin' from your head
 Let 'em burn, cause you fucked with this, killeristic clique
 With no common sense, listen to the voices, tempt a killa bitch
 One, Two, Three, Four
 Wrap your hand arond his throat
 Squeeze, squeeze, tight-lyDie Doofen - Niggas Got Me Fucked Up - http://motolyrics.com/die-doofen/niggas-got-me-fucked-up-lyrics.html
 'Til he starts to gasp for beathe
 Pain, I know he feels, cause I feel it though my body
 But it's lovely, to have these final, see to grab my children
 So, now the end is near
 ScanMan stomp the Holy Grail
 It's my 9 to your door
 So fuck your friends and your foes
 So now you feel me, nigga
 Now tell me who's the fuckin' killa behind the trigga
 It's Scan fuckin' Man, with the demons crazed in his soul
 But you bitches still don't hear me though, so...
Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)
 [MC Mack]
 Playa hatin' cross the nation, got me facin' situations
 So many so called friends washed down the drain, 
 through trial and tribulations
 Hastin', wastin' all your time, 
 tryin' to splurge your anna, come and test this Mack
 What all my boys don' done, it's did, bet these hollow tips got my back
 Dig that like that drrrrrat-tat-tat, to your biznack, 
 whether it's either fact or fiction
 Muthafuck you a your crew, your clique, 
 got all you hoes in stitches
 Never tryin' to brag or boast
 but whoever closest to you, gon' suffer the most
 I earn my fame and fortune, gettin' respect bitch, coast to coast
 For you cluckers it's true I hate ya, I won't bown down to nay nigga
 I don' came to far to look back now trick
 You couldn't fade me with some clippers
 Tryin' to tempt my fuckin' flow, my lyrics is hard like and erection
 Groupies jock me, got the leg spreadin' open like an affection
 Crumb snatchin', paper chasin', I'm doin' whatever to reach the top
 It's your name that gotta get scratched
 Yes it's your ass that gotta get popped
 Kamakaze, times up, get the fuck, nigga what
 Retaliation is a must, a Mack for life, I gotta bust, that's fucked up








