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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the
wit' 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 'cause his game work
He didn't know the alchohol's about to get him
He tried to french her
Yo, that's my man twin
Swung on him, but he the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he had people 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 inch? he takin' a
'cause see, he the type of cat that be he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta by eight
But hud don't never what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some foul play
Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
He probably somewhere lying to a
'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big brother and jell overnight
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 nigga hud tried to blame it on me
We on the i-95, three jars on my
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 about ten miles, we did ten states
I shoulda stayed, knowing 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 temp
Now hud steady streetin', not 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 woulda got caught

combs]
Cardie, when you gon' up? you need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
Baby stase, to learn to stay in the place
And mase, that's your twin, tell her out my face
And loon, my man but he floss 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 harlem world and we gon' toss you up

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, is cuda 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 face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe shit
Second in june, second night in cancun
Pop cris' by the full moon and the stars is
Pray to God I catch me a slide tonight
But of course, loon drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the same 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 until day, still goin' 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 more bread
Why your block hotter than a warhead
You more fed 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 around fourty and front and get up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this is wrapped up
I'mma you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I know you don't me
But just know you won't get a chance to me
Loon, all out