SCARFACE Lyrics of the Catch Up track

Album: Back For The First Time


 


 (feat. Infamous 2-D & Fate Wilson)


 


 


 [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


 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]


 


 [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 bitches!!