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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 drinkin'
Kid timmy actin' friendly
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his game work
He didn't 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 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
see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
But hud don't never what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some damn foul
'bout I said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
He probably somewhere lying to a
Talkin' he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big mase and jell overnight
He wouldn't sell us out or us out
But messin' wit' hud, we even get to bail him out

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

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

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, this is man
There go
him what you told 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 full and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I me a slide tonight
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
all in love, seen it all before
Sucka' for love, this is man for a
And until 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 doin' it and more bread
Why your block than a nuclear warhead
You fed 'cause my pockets are stacked 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 fourty and front and get 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 don't me
But just know you get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out