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[huddy
Yo, got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
wit' stase, I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's henney
Kid named timmy actin'
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his didn't work
He know the alchohol's about to get him merc
He tried to kiss her
Yo, my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he threw the 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 he takin' a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta by eight
But hud never listen what I say
He always do it his way, of our way
why he always caught up in some damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' 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 believe this nigga hud tried to blame it on me
We on the i-95, three on my seat
I'm hopin' cops be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got ten miles, we don' did ten states
I stayed, knowing hud? he gon' gas you to stay
I'm hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since penn state
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud steady streetin', not and yappin'
buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I ain't to point no fingers but it's all hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' no weed we woulda never got caught

combs]
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 twin, tell her stay out my face
And loon, that's my man but he floss too
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he too much
And meeno, that's my dog, but he too much
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, this is man
There go
Tell him what you told him you was gon' him when you see him

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

Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my 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 day baggin' your cracks up
You fat
you get hit by a mack truck
And come around fourty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't 'till this album is wrapped up
take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I you don't like me
But just know you won't get a chance to me
Loon, all out