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

Yo, hud is the type, give him an he takin' a yard
'cause see, he the of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta 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 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
'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big brother and jell overnight
He sell us out or yell us out
But wit' hud, we ain't even get to bail him out

I can't believe this nigga hud to blame it on me
We on the i-95, jars on my seat
I'm hopin' don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten
I shoulda stayed, knowing hud? he gon' gas you to
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we ain't since penn state
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud steady streetin', not listenin' and
Smokin' buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to wish this happen
I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all fault
If he wasn't speedin' no weed we woulda never got caught

combs]
Cardie, when you gon' up? you need to get chips
Stack dough up, your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
Baby stase, to learn to stay in the place
And mase, your twin, tell her stay out my face
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, pretty boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get
Go harlem 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 pretty face, a waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this
Second in june, second night in cancun
Pop cris' by the moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I me a slide tonight
But of course, loon gets drunk starts to floss
Runnin' his yap the same chick he toss
chick from tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, seen it all
Sucka' for love, is man for a whore
And until this day, still to war

Hey yo, you mad 'cause my chick drop dead
And you mad 'cause I went to cancun got
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and more bread
Why block hotter than a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cause my pockets are up
While you spend most of your day 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 album 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 know you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out