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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' stase, I caught a in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's henney
Kid named timmy actin'
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his didn't work
He didn't know the alchohol's to get him merc
He tried to kiss her
Yo, that's my man sister
on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear
I known he had people posted in here
So I waited the coast was clear
And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah,

Yo, hud is the type, give him an inch? he takin' a
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 never listen I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I 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 gon' leave my big brother mase and overnight
He wouldn't sell us out or us out
But messin' hud, we ain't even get to bail him out

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

combs]
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? you to get chips
dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
Baby stase, need to learn to in the place
And mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my
And loon, that's my man but he floss too
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 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 told him you was gon' tell him you see him

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

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