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[huddy
Yo, only got bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' stase, I caught a in the face
I got the set me up, drinkin' henney
Kid named timmy friendly
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his game work
He didn't know the about 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 shoulda known he had people posted in
So I 'till 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
'cause see, he the type of cat be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by
But hud don't never listen I say
He always do it his way, of our way
That's why he always caught up in some damn foul
Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the on his wrist
He somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't
How he gon' leave my big brother mase and jell
He sell us out or yell us out
But messin' wit' hud, we ain't even get to him out

I can't believe this nigga hud tried to it on me
We on the i-95, three 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 about ten miles, we did ten states
I shoulda stayed, hud? he gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we ain't since penn state
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' straight 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, you gon' grow up? you need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
stase, need to learn to stay in the place
And mase, your twin, tell her stay out my face
And loon, that's my man but he too much
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too
And meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too
And blink, fake pretty boy, soft as
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get
Go against harlem and we gon' toss you up

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

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

Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my chick drop
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 more fed 'cause my are stacked up
While you most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a mack
And don't come around fourty and front and get up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this is wrapped up
I'mma take you to a vacant lot, you to act up
So strap up, I know you don't like me
But just know you won't get a to fight me
Loon, all out