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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the
Fuckin' wit' stase, I a buck 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 twin
on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear
I shoulda he had people posted in here
So I waited 'till the coast was
And when he off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, hud is the type, give him an inch? he takin' a
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta by eight
But hud never listen what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he caught up in some damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin'
And he ain't checked the on his wrist
He probably somewhere to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it right
How he gon' leave my big brother and jell overnight
He wouldn't sell us out or us out
But messin' wit' hud, we 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' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we eat
You know what that mean, up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we did ten states
I shoulda stayed, knowing hud? he gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since state
The windows all foggy, plus we got temp
Now hud steady streetin', not listenin' and
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' no weed we woulda never got caught

combs]
Cardie, you gon' grow up? you need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a
Baby stase, need to learn to in the place
And mase, that's your twin, tell her 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 gon' all get
Go harlem world and we gon' toss you up

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, this is 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 straight
For a pretty face, a waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this
week in june, second night in cancun
Pop cris' by the full moon and the stars is
Pray to God I catch me a slide tonight
But of course, loon gets drunk then starts to
Runnin' his yap 'bout the 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 chick drop
And you mad I went to cancun got head
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more
Why your block hotter 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 mack
And don't around fourty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this is wrapped up
take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I know you like me
But just know you won't get a chance to me
Loon, all out