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Cam'Ron - Huddy 6 Tribute Lyrics

¬Ö the man that brings people together, no matter the situation , Huddy 6 x 5

One forty first and saint nick, come here for blood wake
13 years later back here for hud wake
Can’t lie yo, my mind is in a bug state
Feel like radio Rahjem, love hate
Smoke the quarter PM a day, stuck face,(sour)
talk slick about hud
Find out how slugs taste, where bedford at?
I’m like fuck mase , this is deeper than rap, a anti drug case
This is the dirtiest story doggy you 2 swingers
You took the 6 train tooken out and got 2 fingers
And real chains at 13 popping bars
The youngest niggers ever ever in the cotton club
Play for young life, Riverside, ¬Ö
We was young try freaked off of wild hoes
That’s my protege, like Al Harrelton,
For night sessions, skate key on allenton
and they dribble the spot for hours, playin pitty pat
so its pretty packed and ill rack you goulies as soon as i get the damn city back
Damn right, damn right, I’m hurt torn
how they just gonna dig up the dirt floor
put him in the earth goin im the first gone
This deja vu and its worth more
Not even gonna start to lie, my body cold no heart inside
Damn, my other partner died, yall should run when i start to cry
And that’s where it is hobo, this sky blue one with logo
The world is moving in slow-mo, tell you know way past loco

Wish I could feel you again, so I can tell you my friend
How much you mean to me but now since your gone it
Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, Huddy 6, no more, no more

I don’t think I’ll be the same they’ll never forget your name, Huddy 6 X2
I can’t take it … Huddy 6 X 5

I’m upset again more upset then i have been in
My entire life of sin, first time I can see straight
Well great Fat boy let’s get it
My hommie dead and gone, boy, oh boy its been a silly year
After world girl mistaking think I really care
the whole clique is demolished ¬Ö go in your wallet, show me a bottle shit im atonished
But i wanna thank the hood for the biggest wake since Christopher Wallace
Honest, throw your guns in the air one time for hud Like
onyx Cronic lit sit back on my harlem shit I promise
Chris Kelly, army fatigues beef and bratz need change for the for the arcade and pizza shop
sip for atlantic ave
my hommies that don’t need a glock, we settle our own problems, we don’t need the cops
when hud car crash, damn I’m like, not again he invented words like curve and popping 10
Waddup tin-tin aka 6 man , you know your family could lean on me like me like a kick stand
God-damn, I’ve fallen in quick sand, lemme get out,
hurry up quick and hud would want that so I flaunt that, hundred thousand dollars wristband
And that’s the basics, till we meet again in Matrix
I’m bout to cop a gray six, the plates is gonna say H 6

Wish I could feel you again, so I can tell you my friend
How much you mean to me but now since your gone it
Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, Huddy 6, no more, no more

I don’t think I’ll be the same you’ll never forget your name, Huddy 6 X2
I can’t take it … Huddy 6 X 5





Thanks to Ryan =) DIPSET!! for correcting these lyrics
 

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