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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the
Fuckin' stase, I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's henney
Kid timmy actin' friendly
her by offending, sure
Hurt his game didn't work
He didn't know the alchohol's to get him merc
He to french kiss her
Yo, my man twin sister
on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he had people in here
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 inch? he takin' a
'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 what I say
He always do it his way, of our way
That's why he always caught up in damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he time
And he checked the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it right
How he gon' leave my big brother mase and overnight
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 to blame it on me
We on the i-95, three on my seat
I'm hopin' don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten
I shoulda stayed, knowing hud? he gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we pissed 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 this ain't happen
I tryin' to point no fingers but it's all hud's fault
If he speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught

[huddy
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? you to get chips
Stack up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
Baby stase, to learn to stay in the place
And mase, that's twin, tell her stay out my face
And loon, my man but he floss too much
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too
And meeno, my dog, but he talk too much
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, 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 a straight buffoon
For a pretty face, a waist, sweet perfume
believe this shit
Second week in june, night in cancun
Pop cris' by the full moon and the stars is
Pray to God that I me a slide tonight
But of course, loon gets drunk starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the chick he toss
Same chick tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, it all before
Sucka' for love, is man for a whore
And until this day, goin' 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 it and gettin' more bread
Why your hotter than a nuclear warhead
You more fed my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' cracks up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a truck
And don't come fourty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till album 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 get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out