Warning (Intro)

Warning, this album contains Ludacris material

Parental discretion is advised

So kids cover your ears and close your eyes

Otherwise, you're about to witness history

The thoughts and views expressed on this album

Are a direct reflection of the new generation

So without further ado

I bring to you, that **** named Luda

Ay, I be that **** named Luda give a round of applause

They say I'm up to no good, I'll say I'm down for the cause

Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers

So if you up for some stitches, then I'm down for some scars

Down to make 'em get down, stop playin' and pause

There's two things I'll never break and that's my word and my balls

So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws

This album helps you to release 'cause life is irkin' us all

Enough to make you wanna break shit, no longer will I take shit

From any of these clowns, 'cause I'm tired of this fake shit

I'm ready for some action (yeah), ready with a passion

Like pots with the steam, I'm ready to get it crackin' (whoo)

It's six years and countin' if you think I'm a joke

Me gettin' served is like Bill Gates and Oprah goin' broke

It's 'bout time they gave it to me, I'm the reignin' champ

Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' trainin' camp, biatch (whoo)

Yeah, shawty (that's right), on the real I feel you on that

Man, I'm tired of all these fake-ass **** homes

(Hell yeah shawty) ay-ay, this your boy Lil Black

Representin' that zone-trey, you feel me? (Tell 'em who you is)

All these ****, ay, I told y'all ho that I'm the man (yeah)

I told y'all homey **** just need to get to the money man

Stop fuckin' with homes, man, feel me?

I just wanna know what he said about Oprah

Don't nobody talk bad about Oprah

(That's right) you just lost a fan

Man Joe, I'ma tell you what the bidness is

You fuckin' with a true player, true and recognized, ya dig?

Y'all already know the demo, Scary Larry sweet big-ass punks

If you ain't fuckin' with my guy, what is yo' life about?

Kick rocks, skeezer please

Yo God, man Chris can kiss my ass

He remember me, I was at the club right there with him

He he coulda got me in (I was there, I was there)

I mean I went to Benjamin Banneker High School with him

I knew him before all the fame

That's how you gon' do your people, man? That's how you gon' do your folk?

Yup, man I used to cook for this ****

See he done come over to my house the other day

Talkin' 'bout he don't eat beef, and he don't eat pork

And my homegirl was over there, and she was like, "Girl, he look so tall on TV"

I said, "Girl, I told you he was short", man, I don't give a damn

I love that ****