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All this gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some niggaz just really don't a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really give a fuck
But bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink and I'm smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll you when I get you
I'ma sit you down take it to the mental and essential and clown

Every chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too
Then I put my finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I it's a sin

And if ya tell me stop drinkin' just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and
With some blacked out and a fucked up liver

All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some niggaz just don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really give a fuck
But some bitches just really give a fuck

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll a L, bust shells

And ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, shakin' and twats
Placin' big face 20's and cock, clips and glocks

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' don't
Just more G's on drink and drugs
it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' catch up

All this gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some just really don't give a fuck
But niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' catch up
But bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches really don't give a fuck

Now, wit the of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and wrote
that I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, grab a put it together
a nigga really need, run up in the club
And blow a til he bleed
it be an Icehouse put his lights out

Or the get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no I love my life
Love the light, love to write, the mic
So take a drag, grab a bag and up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

All this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some just really don't give a fuck

And all this gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the south's dirtiest
the peace