cut the fool down Talk love and help love, but cut the fool down There's a shiver in my skin and a snake within my mind I'm so cold And love was just
me) That you would love me till the end of time Faithfully (Baby Boy, why yuh lie) And I (And I) Takin back my heart (Takin it bak boy) Was a fool to
the year of the rumpeltilskinz Take it all witches in throw’em in ditches If you front to this you just kit stitches Down with the rumpeltil and I love
would stay passed up in a drought Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move! Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!" That's how
even try it I love ladies Ladies are you with me? Yeah I love Ladies Ladies are you with me? Yeah That sounds nice You know we love you Ice I'm a junkie
I love 'em, my fellas, my furs, I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl, who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for
with the flashers on Makin' niggas get they asses on 'Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools Who come around this muthafucka tryin' to scrub, you fools
blow We got some things to do Smokin' on some lovely, now I'm feelin' fine It's jumpin' off at the 9.9 5th Ward in the house with the S.A. fools Ain'
enough of them sold Weigh it and bring it in this shit is shipped to me I never transported nothin' peep out my history My house is sittin' plush-my cars is lookin' lovely
top down speeding down the streets Killas on the prowl and jacking is how They get paid, pull out a gat and break your ass down Nigga show no fear,
) (How can I love you?) (Can't even trust you) (I ain't fuckin' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (Cut the bullshit) (How can I love you?) (
you lookin' at a nigga Like you wanna run one wit' me? I got my big gun wit' me Don't feel like doofin', I feel like shootin', fool And I don't like
be to let go, so welcome to the ghetto Got no love from my moms an pops Had to creep an caulk heat wit my fellows Niggaz from the Big O, always down
wanna run one wit' me? I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL! And I don't like your attitude You do shit that dem
the year of the Rumpeltilskinz take it all witches in throw'em in ditches if you front to this you just kit stitches down with the rumpeltil and I love
representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South
them real deep boys that be baking and serving And them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving For them real cut throwers putting work in on the