(feat. Infamous 2-D & Fate Wilson)

[Chorus]

All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some ^!$$%z just really don't give a $#&@

But some ^!$$%z just relly don't give a $#&@

And all this drinking gon catch up

And all this smoking gon catch up
But some (*##$es just really don't give a $#&@
But some (*##$es just really don't give a $#&@


[Ludacris]
Now let me be quite Frank

Cause I'm that crazy ^!$$% Luda
Always got a drink
And I'm steady smoking buddah

I do the
Evil that'll bend you when I get you
I'mma sit you down

Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
(*##$ I'm hit

Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer %#@!
I might just be too high

Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again

So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a $#&@ed up liver


[Chorus]

[Infamous 2-0]

Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward Ave. Homes
^!$$%z from G-Ro committed to slanging blo

Doublin' dough 24-7
$#&@ po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons

And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron
Then'll smoke a L
Bust shells

And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug

$#&@ed up off head shots
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's
hot

Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20's and @@#!
Loading clips and glocks

Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin' don't stop
Just drop more G's on drink and drugs

Live it up young ^!$$% cause it's gon' catch up

[Chorus]


[F.A.T.E.]
Now wit the help of Hen and !@&@e

I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk

Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped !@%!e
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King

But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta
My %#@! even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together

What a ^!$$% really need
Run up in the club and blow a mother$#&@er til he
bleed

Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out
There's no doubt I love my life

Love the light
Love to write
Love the mic
So take a drag
Grab a bag and match up

Hennessey and bad weed
Believe me it catch up

[Chorus]


[F.A.T.E.]
Git it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.


[White guy]
Hey bring on the (*##$es!!