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[huddy
Yo, only got bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' stase, I a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending,
Hurt 'cause his didn't work
He didn't know the alchohol's about to get him
He tried to kiss her
Yo, that's my man twin
on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he had people in here
So I 'till the coast was clear
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 that be thinkin' he
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 on his wrist
He somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it right
How he leave my big brother mase and jell overnight
He wouldn't us out or yell us out
But messin' wit' hud, we ain't even get to him out

I can't this nigga hud tried to blame it on me
We on the i-95, three on my seat
I'm cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You what that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we did ten states
I stayed, knowing hud? he gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we pissed since penn state
The windows all foggy, plus we got plates
Now hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' buddah from cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all fault
If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we never got caught

combs]
Cardie, when you gon' up? you need 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, her stay out my face
And loon, that's my man but he too much
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he 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 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 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 slim waist, sweet
believe this shit
Second week in june, night in cancun
Pop cris' by the moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a tonight
But of course, gets drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the chick he toss
Same chick tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, seen it all
for love, this is man for a whore
And until this day, still to war

Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my chick dead
And you mad 'cause I went to got head
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more
Why your block hotter than a warhead
You fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up
you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a mack
And don't come 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, I know you don't like me
But just know you won't get a to fight me
Loon, all out