[Chorus: Juicy J]
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
These n***as got me fucked up, I'm down for my crown, mane
If I go out, I go out on your ass, mane
Lame ass n***as 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
N***as startin' shit, is a n***a 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 n***as know they ain't down
You done met your match, bitch, and the Patsta's gonna clown
[Chorus: Juicy J]
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up
These n***as got me fucked up

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
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 n***a 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 n***a's brain
Train everyday, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
When you come up missin', motherfucker, I done told you
Hold your nuts up, go and get your pop gun
You must be a fool, if you think a n***a's gonna run
From your ass, I'm a pull the gat back 'til you struck
N***as should've known, dog, Project Pat don't give a fuck
[Chorus: Juicy J]
These n***as got me fucked up
(Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up)