Lyrics:

The sample is “Make A Little Love To Me” by Isaac Hayes.
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up

These niggas got me fucked up, I'm down for my crown, mane
If I go out, I go out on your ass, mane
Lame-ass niggas startin' shit like some bastards
When I catch your mark-ass slippin', I'ma blast ya
Half of you fools get high before a drive-by
I don't need a joint to let me know that a ho can die
Through the eye, blast of the elevated scope-ah
Pull the trigger back, watch the bullets smack his throat-ah
Niggas startin' shit, is a nigga who's a coward
Only startin' shit, 'cause he think he got some power
Shower your ass with a full clip of hollow points
When I start to blast, bitch, I bet, your ass'll get the point
Point me a tone right dead at your dome, fool (Damn, he from the hood)
Fuck that, ain't nobody cool
Foolish-ass, jealous-ass niggas know they ain't down
You done met your match, bitch, and the Patsta's gonna clown

These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up
These niggas got me fucked up

Now everybody wanna play the hard role
Talkin' 'bout a bitch, their money, and a bankroll
I know that if a fool steps to Patsta, I'll serve you
I'll be downtown for your goddamn murder
Jerk a nigga by his collar, pistol to his head
When I pull the trigger, bet a dollar that the trick's dead
Dead on arrival with his weak boy at the club
Tryin' to fuck with Pat, and his back head caught a slug
.38 Caliber, however at close range
Yeah, it's very, very fatal, mane, to a nigga's brain
Train everyday, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
When you come up missin', motherfucker, I done told ya
Hold your nuts up, go and get your pop gun
You must be a fool, if you think a nigga's gonna run
From your ass, I'm a pull the Gat back 'til you struck
Niggas should've known, dog, Project Pat don't give a fuck

These niggas got me fucked up
(Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up)