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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

But I`m a writer 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)

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 bitches!!

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