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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the
Fuckin' wit' stase, I a buck in the face
I got the set me up, drinkin' henney
Kid named actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending,
Hurt his game didn't work
He know the alchohol's about to get him merc
He to french kiss her
Yo, my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he had people in here
So I waited 'till the 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
see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he come, he got ta come by eight
But hud don't listen what I say
He always do it his way, of our way
That's why he caught up in some damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin'
And he checked the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a
'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big mase and jell overnight
He sell us out or yell us out
But messin' wit' hud, we even get to bail him out

I can't believe this 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 that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we did ten states
I shoulda stayed, knowing he gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, over we ain't pissed since penn state
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to this ain't happen
I tryin' to point no fingers but it's all hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' no weed we woulda never got caught

combs]
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? you to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, your single was a donut
Baby stase, to learn to stay in the place
And mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my
And loon, that's my man but he too much
He hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much
And meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too
And blink, fake boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against harlem and we gon' toss you up

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, this is man
There go
Tell him what you him you was gon' tell him when you see him

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out like a straight
For a pretty face, a slim waist, perfume
Can't believe this
Second week in june, second in cancun
Pop cris' by the full moon and the is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
But of course, loon gets drunk then to floss
his yap 'bout the same chick he toss
Same from tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, it all before
Sucka' for love, is man for a whore
And until this day, still to war

Hey yo, you mad 'cause my chick drop dead
And you mad 'cause I went to got head
You fed, I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread
Why block hotter than a nuclear warhead
You more fed my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' cracks up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a mack
And don't come around fourty and and get tapped up
Cracked up, wait 'till this album is wrapped up
take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I know you like me
But know you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out