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[huddy
Yo, got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' stase, I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid timmy actin' friendly
her by offending, sure
Hurt his game didn't work
He didn't know the about to get him merc
He to french kiss her
Yo, that's my man sister
on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he had posted in here
So I waited 'till the was clear
And when he off, I put four 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 he hard
I told him if he come, he got ta come by eight
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 play
Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
He probably lying to a chick
'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
How he leave my big brother mase and jell 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 nigga hud tried 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 mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
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 pissed penn state
The windows all foggy, plus we got plates
Now hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
buddah straight 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' wit' no we woulda never got caught

combs]
Cardie, when you 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, that's your twin, her stay out my face
And loon, that's my man but he floss too
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too
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 and we gon' toss you up

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, is cuda man
go loon
Tell him what you told him you was gon' him when you see him

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

Hey yo, you just mad my chick drop dead
And you mad 'cause I went to got head
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and more bread
Why your block hotter than a warhead
You more fed my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day your cracks up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a mack
And don't come around fourty and and get tapped up
up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma 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