Mr. Fuck Up

* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren`s brother) <br><br>My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I`m known to be a fuck up<br>Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up<br>Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar<br>`Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor<br>Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it<br>Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it<br>Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop<br>Lil` G from the hall so the maggot won`t stop<br>And plus I`m packin` punches always keep a good grip<br>My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click<br>I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dick<br>You sorry sap sips still hangin` on my shit<br>Compton is the heart and that`s where we all from<br>The jackin` goin` on in the hood and in the slum<br>And don`t be caught slippin` while we dippin` the 4<br>`Cause Ren`ll grab his nine and watch him smoke `em from the door<br>And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air<br>True checkin` done by the true fuckin` player<br>I`m headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock<br>Rainin` make `em kill `em `cause I`m servin` `em spot<br>And that`s how it`s done I keep it flowin` like a sailor<br>My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor<br>Then I call the Juvy `cause I know we gotta Coupe<br>Don`t worry `bout a damn we got the end, we gettin` loot<br><br>Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I`m chillin` in the spot<br>My niggaz call me Bishop when I`m rollin` with my glock<br>The crackers call me bandit when I`m runnin` from the cops<br>And the bitches call me daddy when I`m tearin` up the cock<br>Yo the title`s Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I`m fucked<br>Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck<br>Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon<br>`Cause I`m a nigga with a motherfuckin` gun master plannin`<br>I`m a crazy ass nigga makin` motherfuckers fall<br>A nigga from the streets hangin` in the fuckin` hall<br>I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent<br>And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit<br>Now everybody chillin` and the bitches gettin` freaky<br>Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me<br>Lickin` out my ass hole like a fuckin` groupie<br>I`m through now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy<br>Headin` downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-O<br>Smokin` the extension you know it`s the indo<br>Now I`m feelin` high like I`m sittin` on a cloud<br>The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul<br>Beware of the nigga that they call J-Rock<br>The party`s goin` through but I still got my glock<br>I`m watchin` for the bad apples in every bunch<br>And if it`s necessary motherfucker we can thump<br>Or get a fuckin` pump, put a hole in your chest<br>Slugs goin` straight through a bullet proof vest<br>Matters gettin` worse if I have to drop the dogs<br>Beat ya in your face yellin` till ya hit the hall<br>So smalls, get your fuckin` 9 and your clip<br>And let these motherfuckers know what`s up on the Whole Click