Cuttin’ Up - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Lil Phat]

B-Real on the muthafuckin’ track

You know what it is with it

I ain’t with that Trill Fam shit no more, I’m with that Trill Fa Life shit, right?

Look …

Eh, eh, I keep it gutta

Eh, eh, I play it raw

(Eh, eh) I represent the gutta, (eh, eh) I represent the South

You got me fucked up, you cuttin’ up, you know what I’m ‘bout

It’s too big for gettin’ clubbed so I’m stompin’ you out

Me and Lil Webbie gettin’ money, we be stuntin’ it out

And it ain’t just the naked [?] we be stuntin’ ‘em out

You lookin’ all up in my face, you wanna get punched in the mouth?

Like not playin’ now, get outta my club house

Like I know I do my shit and I know I’m thugged out

But you n****s on my dick bе mouthin’ what guns talk

And I wish a n**** would try to snatch my chain

Like before you fuck wit mе you better snatch my brain

I got a hundred rounds I’m gon let errthing go

You n****s hollerin’ but be takin’ that scared route

I say the youngin’ in the building, you scared and fade off

Before I kill ya you holler “nooo,” bitch that shit is played off

[Chorus]

N**** what’s up? You must be fucked up

You got me fucked up

N**** you cuttin’ up

My n**** what’s up? You must be fucked up

You got me fucked up

N**** you cuttin’ up

[Verse 2: Foxx]

I don’t know what you drankin’ talkin’ to me like I’m pussy

Get in line, cause you gon’ either get blues or whoop me

And my dawg don’t look that happy, and those same n****s you dappin’

Gon’ be whoppin’ your lil ass in this parking lot all in traffic

You thankin’ because I’m laughin’ I’m really ain’t ‘bout no action

You thankin’ because you packin’ a n**** won’t leave you nasty

I’m tryna give you the details, but you ain’t get the email?

My n****s make a grown man holla like a female

Cuttin’ up, call me another bitch and I’m nuttin’ up

Put this on my mama I’mma whoop you out that button up

150 pounds I’m small, but so is Mayweather

Pussy n**** talkin’ to me like we used to play together

Pussy n**** thank we cool like we used to stay together

[?] drank on me like I’m just supposed to say whatever

You and them lil boys you came with better stay together

Call EMS for these fellas (ha)

[Chorus]

N**** what’s up? You must be fucked up

You got me fucked up

N**** you cuttin’ up

My n**** what’s up? You must be fucked up

You got me fucked up

N**** you cuttin’ up

[Verse 3: Webbie]

When I get to cuttin’ up you know I’m goin’ all night

With the girls and they all dykes book ‘em all flights

Get ‘em naked, get ‘em all piped, get ‘em all right

Pass ‘em round, let my dogs slice, I treat ‘em all like hoes

Porch frog lights all white like tec

I see that these n****s might got me bent

Hennessey ass n****s real ballas drank Cris

Probably never see another n**** like this

Trill Fam, Young Savage, I’m in this bitch

My money don’t quit, my n****s don’t miss

See I’mma whole hundred these n****s fifty cent

You can take it how you want, can bring it to the swamp

Can do it wit the hands or we can bring it to the tromp

Dirty n****s with me and this muthafucka crunk

[?] ready for some dumb shit

Trill Fam we run shit, ya dumb bitch

[Chorus]

N**** what’s up? You must be fucked up

You got me fucked up

N**** you cuttin’ up

My n**** what’s up? You must be fucked up

You got me fucked up

N**** you cuttin’ up