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[Chorus] All this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some niggaz just really don´t give a fuck But some niggaz just relly don´t give a fuck And all this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some bitches just really don´t give a fuck But some bitches just really don´t give a fuck [Ludacris] Now let me be quite Frank Cause I´m that crazy nigga 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 Bitch I´m hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer shit 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 fucked up liver [Chorus] [Infamous 2-0] Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos Steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo Doublin´ dough 24-7 Fuck 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 Fucked up off head shots Sippin´ Courvousier watchin´ hoes drop it like it´s hot Shaking tits and twats Placing big face 20´s and cock 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 nigga cause it´s gon´ catch up [Chorus] [F.A.T.E.] Now wit the help of Hen and Coke 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 coke Ey yo it´s 2-0 I´m Eastside´s King I came with a Beretta with a twist of Amaretta My shit even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker 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.

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