[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