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

He to French kiss her yo, that's my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he threw the in my ear
I have known he had people posted in here
So I till the coast was clear
And when he walked off, I put in his rear, yeah, yeah

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

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

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

I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn
The windows all foggy, we got temp plates
Now Hud steady streetin', not and yappin'
Smokin' Buddha straight from Cuba, 'bout to this ain't happen
I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but all Hud's fault
If he speedin' with no weed we would have never got caught

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out like a buffoon
For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet
believe this shit
Second in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide

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

Hey yo, you just mad 'cos my drop dead
And you mad cos I to Cancun got head
You fed, 'cos I'm doin' it and gettin' more
Why your block hotter than a nuclear
You more fed 'cos my pockets are up
While you spend most of your day baggin' your up
You fat

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