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Yo, got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' with Stase, I caught a buck in the
I got the set me up, drinkin' Henney
Kid Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending, sure hurt 'cos his game work
He know the alcohol's about to get him merc

He tried to French kiss her yo, that's my man sister
on him, but he threw the toast in my ear
I should have he had people posted in here
So I waited the coast was clear
And he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, Hud is the type, give him an He takin' a yard
'Cos see, he the of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got to come by
But Hud don't never listen I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some damn play

Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
He somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't
How he gonna' my big brother Mase and jell overnight
He sell us out or yell us out
But messin' with Hud, we ain't get to bail him out

I can't this nigga Hud tried to blame it on me
We on the I-95, three on my seat
I'm hopin' don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep the jeep
We got ten miles, we don' did ten states
I should stayed, knowing Hud? He gonna' gas you to stay

I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed Penn State
The windows all foggy, plus we got temp
Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and
Smokin' Buddha straight Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I tryin' to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' with no weed we would have got caught

Cardie, you gonna' grow up? You need to get chips
Stack up, switch your flow up, 'cos your single was a donut
Baby Stase, to learn to stay in the place
And Mase, your twin, tell her stay out my face
And Loon, that's my man but he too much

He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he too much
And Meeno, my dog, but he talk too much
And Blink, fake boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against Harlem World and we gonna' you up

Hey yo, Meeno, hey yo, is Cuda man
There go Loon tell him what you him
You was tell him when you see him

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out like a straight
For a pretty face, a waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this
week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop by the full moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide

But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to
Runnin' his yap 'bout the same he toss
chick from tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, seen it all
for love, this is man for a whore
And until day, still goin' to war

Hey yo, you just mad 'cos my chick drop
And you mad cos I went to got head
You fed, 'cos I'm it and gettin' more bread
Why your block than a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cos my are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' cracks up
You fat

Hope you get hit by a truck
And come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't till this album is wrapped up
I'm take you to a lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, I know you don't like me
But just you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out