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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 drinkin'
Kid named timmy actin'
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his game work
He know the alchohol's about to get him merc
He tried to french her
Yo, that's my man twin
Swung on him, but he threw the in my ear
I known he had people posted in here
So I waited the coast was clear
And he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, hud is the type, him an inch? he takin' a yard
see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he come, he got ta come by eight
But hud don't listen what I say
He always do it his way, of our way
That's why he always caught up in some damn foul
'bout I said at nine, he killin' time
And he checked the time on his wrist
He probably lying to a chick
'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big brother mase and overnight
He sell us out or yell us out
But messin' hud, we ain't even get to bail him out

I believe this nigga hud tried to blame it on me
We on the i-95, three jars on my
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 we ain't pissed since penn state
The windows all foggy, we got temp plates
Now hud steady streetin', not and yappin'
Smokin' buddah straight cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I tryin' to point no fingers but it's all hud's fault
If he speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught

[huddy
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? you need to get
Stack up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single 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, my man but he floss too much
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too
And meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too
And blink, fake pretty boy, as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get
Go against harlem world and we toss you up

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, this is man
go loon
Tell him what you told him you was tell him when you see him

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out like a straight
For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet
Can't believe shit
Second week in june, second night in
Pop by the full moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
But of course, gets drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the same chick he
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 this day, still to war

Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my drop dead
And you mad 'cause I to cancun got head
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more
Why your block than a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cause my are stacked up
you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a truck
And don't come around fourty and and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you to a vacant lot, you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I you don't like me
But just know you get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out