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[huddy
Yo, got twelve bars 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 friendly
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his game didn't
He didn't know the alchohol's to get him merc
He to french kiss her
Yo, that's my man 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
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by
But hud don't never what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always up in some damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin'
And he ain't checked the time on his
He probably lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it right
How he gon' leave my big brother and jell overnight
He wouldn't us out or yell us out
But messin' wit' 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 jars on my
I'm hopin' don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You what that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got ten miles, we don' did ten states
I shoulda stayed, knowing he gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we pissed since penn state
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud steady streetin', not listenin' and
Smokin' buddah from cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I ain't to point no fingers but it's all hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got

[huddy
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? you need to get
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause single was a donut
Baby stase, need to learn to in the place
And mase, your twin, tell her stay out my face
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, pretty 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
go loon
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 face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
believe this shit
Second in june, second night in cancun
Pop cris' by the moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
But of course, loon gets drunk then starts to
his yap 'bout the same chick he toss
Same from tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, it all before
for love, this is man for a whore
And this day, still goin' to war

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