[huddy combs]   Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase   Fuckin' wit' stase, I caught a buck in the face   I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin' henney   Kid named timmy actin' friendly   Grabbed her by offending, sure   Hurt 'cause his game didn't work   He didn't know the alchohol's about to get him merc   He tried to french kiss her   Yo, that's my man twin sister   Swung on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear   I shoulda known he had people posted in here   So I waited 'till the coast was clear   And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah      [stase]   Yo, hud is the type, give him an inch? he takin' a yard   'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard   I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight   But hud don't never listen what I say   He always do it his way, instead of our way   That's why he always caught up in some damn foul play   Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin' time   And he ain't checked the time on his wrist   He probably somewhere lying to a chick   Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right   How he gon' leave my big brother mase and jell overnight   He wouldn't sell us out or yell us out   But messin' wit' hud, we ain't even get to bail him out      [cardan]   I can't believe this nigga hud tried to blame it on me   We on the i-95, three jars on my seat   I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat   You know what that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep   We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states   I shoulda stayed, knowing hud? he gon' gas you to stay   I'm tellin' hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since penn state   The windows all foggy, plus we got temp plates   Now hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin'   Smokin' buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen   I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all hud's fault   If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught      [huddy combs]   Cardie, when you gon' grow up? you need to get chips   Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut   Baby stase, need to learn to stay in the place   And mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my face   And loon, that's my man but he floss too much   He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much   And meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too much   And blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt   Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get touched   Go against harlem world and we gon' toss you up      [cuda]   Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, this is cuda man   There go loon   Tell him what you told him you was gon' tell him when you see him      [meeno]   Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man loon   Went out like a straight buffoon   For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume   Can't believe this shit   Second week in june, second night in cancun   Pop cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright   Pray to God that I catch me a slide tonight   But of course, loon gets drunk then starts to floss   Runnin' his yap 'bout the same chick he toss   Same chick from tour, all I got was jaw   He's all in love, seen it all before   Sucka' for love, this is man for a whore   And until this day, still goin' to war      [loon]   Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my chick drop dead   And you mad 'cause I went to cancun got head   You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread   Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead   You more fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up   While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up   You fat fuck   Hope you get hit by a mack truck   And don't come around fourty and front and get tapped up   Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up   I'mma take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up   So strap up, 'cause I know you don't like me   But just know you won't get a chance to fight me   Loon, all out