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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve so let me cut to the chase
wit' stase, I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid named timmy friendly
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his game didn't
He didn't the alchohol's about to get him merc
He tried to french her
Yo, that's my man sister
Swung on him, but he threw the in my ear
I shoulda known he had posted in here
So I waited 'till the was clear
And when he walked off, I put in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, hud is the type, give him an inch? he a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he
I him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
But hud never listen what 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 said at nine, he time
And he ain't checked the on his wrist
He somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big mase and jell overnight
He sell us out or yell 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, three on my seat
I'm hopin' cops be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut up hud, drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten
I shoulda stayed, knowing he gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, over we ain't pissed since penn 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 but it's all hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' no weed we woulda never got caught

[huddy
Cardie, when you gon' up? you need to get chips
Stack dough up, your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
Baby stase, need to learn to stay in the
And mase, that's your twin, her stay out my face
And loon, that's my man but he too much
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he 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 world and we gon' you up

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, is cuda man
go loon
Tell him what you told him you was 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 believe this
Second week in june, second night in
Pop cris' by the full moon and the is bright
Pray to God that I me a slide tonight
But of course, gets drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the chick he toss
Same chick tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, seen it all
Sucka' for love, this is man for a
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 gettin' bread
Why your block hotter a nuclear warhead
You more fed my pockets are stacked up
While you most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat
you get hit by a mack truck
And don't around fourty and front and get tapped 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, 'cause I know you don't me
But just know you won't get a chance to me
Loon, all out