[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 cuz 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
Cuz 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, cuz 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 cuz my chick drop dead
And you mad cuz I went to Cancun got head
You fed, cuz I`m doin` it and gettin` more bread
Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead
You more fed cuz 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, cuz I know you don`t like me
But just know you won`t get a chance to fight me
Loon, All Out
