Songtexte:
Judge Fed Up

's toll on me And all my friends Now I'm tired of settling for less And playing the fool Keep it away I'm trying to keep my cool I'm Fed Up- Fed Up You

niggas came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there

another nigga, Waitin' on a play to come through Chillin with my homeboys Plottin' on you Watchin movies how to come up quick Recruiting young niggas I can come up

up somebody goin dead up BLOW!! Whole ah di garment dem red up BLOW!! Car and apartment get bled up Didn? you get ample warning say poor people fed up

in an hour or less I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest Copped another piece,hit the dark streets Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police Called up

moms I'm there for her and Tiembra And your son too ? there's nothin I won't do Unless you was me, how could you judge me? I was brought up in pain, y

don't give a fuck what it is, you put it in, and I'ma smash it) (I said no that's why, don't even ask again Keep it up and find yourself fucked up just

up East side to west side tourin like what up And even though the price for the house was so much I still roll with them from the hood like what up Cuz

doh Shitted, Blood witted daz written, It's not counterfitted, D judge still great head, Right tru some half withered Police grab me spliff head But I was a quick head, Radio transmitted or fed