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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 actin' friendly
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his didn't work
He didn't know the about to get him merc
He to french kiss her
Yo, my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he threw the in my ear
I shoulda he had people posted in here
So I waited 'till the was clear
And when he off, I put four in his rear, yeah, 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 what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
why he always caught up in some damn foul play
Talkin' I said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
He somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't
How he leave my big brother mase 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 believe this nigga hud tried to blame it on me
We on the i-95, three on my seat
I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we eat
You know that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got ten miles, we don' did ten states
I shoulda stayed, hud? he gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since penn
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to wish 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

[huddy
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? you need to get
Stack up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
Baby stase, need to to stay in the place
And mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my
And loon, my man but he floss 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, as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against harlem world and we 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 pretty face, a slim waist, sweet
Can't believe this
Second in june, second night in cancun
Pop cris' by the full moon and the stars is
Pray to God that I catch me a tonight
But of course, gets drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the same he toss
chick 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 day, still goin' to war

Hey yo, you mad 'cause my chick drop dead
And you mad I went to cancun got head
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and more bread
Why your hotter 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
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this is wrapped up
I'mma you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I you don't like me
But just know you won't get a chance to me
Loon, all out