Mr. Fuck Up

[Verse 1: Grinch]

My niggas call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a fuck up

Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up

Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar

Cause J-Rocc keep the strap in a private prison parlor

Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it

Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it

[Verse 2: Bone]

Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop

Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop

And plus I'm packing punches always keep a good grip

My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click

I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dick

You sorry sap sips still hanging on my shit

Compton is the heart and that's where we all from

The jacking going on in the hood and in the slum

And don't be caught slipping while we dipping the 4

Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke them from the door

And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air

True checking done by the true fucking player

I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock

Raining make them kill 'em cause I'm serving 'em spot

And that's how it's done I keep it flowing like a sailor

My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor

Then I call the Juvy cause I know we gotta Coupe

Don't worry about a damn we got the end, we getting loot

[Hook]

Laws are made to be broken up

What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up

Laws are made to be broken up

What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up

[Verse 3: Juvenile]

Theny call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chilling in the spot

My niggas call me Bishop when I'm rolling with my Glock

The crackers call me bandit when I'm running from the cops

And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearing up the cock

Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked

Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck

Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon

Cause I'm a nigga with a motherfucking gun master planning

[Verse 4 :J-Rocc]

I'm a crazy ass nigga making motherfuckers fall

A nigga from the streets hanging in the fucking hall

I place where we smoke bud and niggas get bent

And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit

Now everybody chilling and the bitches getting freaky

Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me

Licking out my ass hole like a fucking groupie

I'm through now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy

Heading downstairs my niggas hand me a 4-O

Smoking the extension you know it's the indo

Now I'm feeling high like I'm sitting on a cloud

The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul

Beware of the nigga that they call J-Rocc

The party's going through but I still got my Glock

I'm watching for the bad apples in every bunch

And if it's necessary motherfucker we can thump

Or get a fucking pump, put a hole in your chest

Slugs going straight through a bullet proof vest

Matters getting worse if I have to drop the dogs

Beat ya in your face yelling till ya hit the hall

So smalls, get your fucking nine and your clip

And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click

[Hook]

Laws are made to be broken up

What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up

Laws are made to be broken up

What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up