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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the
Fuckin' wit' stase, I caught a in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's henney
Kid named actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending,
'cause his game didn't work
He didn't the alchohol's about to get him merc
He to french kiss her
Yo, my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he had people in here
So I waited 'till the was clear
And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah,

Yo, hud is the type, give him an he takin' a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat that be he hard
I him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
But hud don't never listen I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some foul play
'bout I said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it right
How he gon' 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 believe this nigga hud tried to blame 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 know what that mean, shut up hud, drivin' the jeep
We got ten miles, we don' did ten states
I shoulda stayed, knowing hud? he gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we ain't since penn state
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' buddah straight from cuba, to wish this ain't happen
I ain't tryin' to point no but it's all hud's fault
If he wasn't wit' no weed we woulda never got caught

combs]
Cardie, you gon' grow up? you need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause single was a donut
Baby stase, need to learn to in the place
And mase, that's twin, tell her stay out my face
And loon, my man but he floss too much
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he too much
And meeno, my dog, but he talk too much
And blink, fake boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against harlem world and we gon' 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 like a straight
For a pretty face, a slim waist, perfume
believe this shit
Second week in june, second night in
Pop cris' by the full moon and the is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
But of course, loon drunk then starts to floss
his yap 'bout the same chick he toss
Same chick tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, it all before
Sucka' for love, this is man for a
And until day, still goin' to war

Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my chick drop
And you mad 'cause I went to cancun got
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more
Why your block hotter a nuclear warhead
You more fed my pockets are stacked up
While you spend of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a truck
And don't come around and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait this album 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