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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' stase, I caught a buck in the
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid named actin' friendly
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his game didn't
He didn't know the alchohol's 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 known he had people posted in here
So I waited the coast was clear
And when he walked off, I put in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, hud is the type, give him an he takin' a yard
see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
But hud never listen 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 ain't checked the on his wrist
He probably somewhere to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't
How he gon' leave my big brother mase and jell
He wouldn't sell us out or us out
But messin' wit' hud, we ain't even get to him out

I can't believe this nigga hud tried to it on me
We on the i-95, jars on my seat
I'm hopin' cops be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You what that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got ten miles, we don' did ten states
I shoulda stayed, knowing hud? he gon' gas you to
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we pissed since penn state
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't
I ain't tryin' to no fingers but it's all hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda got caught

[huddy
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? you to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause your was a donut
stase, need to learn to stay 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 boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get
Go against harlem world and we gon' you up

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

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out like a buffoon
For a pretty face, a slim waist, perfume
Can't this shit
Second week in june, second in cancun
Pop cris' by the full 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 'bout the same 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 this day, still goin' to war

Hey yo, you just mad my chick drop dead
And you mad I went to cancun got head
You fed, I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread
Why your block hotter a nuclear warhead
You fed 'cause 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 come around fourty and front and get tapped up
up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you to a lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I know you like me
But just you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out