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[Intro]<br>Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up<br>I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight<br>Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together<br>I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin´ to tell ya´<br>I told ya´ how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together<br>So come on now and get up to it yall<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin´ venom out his body wit´ the dopest flows<br>And wonder why the line´s around the corner<br>Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows<br>So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin´ that cake<br>Two times for my dawgs pullin´ triggers<br>And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin´ that weight<br>East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south<br>Then we took it all around the world<br>I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls<br>Droppin´ lyrical bombs up in ya´ hood,<br>Non-stoppin´, I´ma hit ´em till the block explode<br>Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?<br>I even got a little rock ´n´ roll<br>The most creative, original, got ´em takin´ subliminal<br>[Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots<br>They want it so bad, four million dollar pad<br>And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya´ white flags, I´m hot!<br>And everytime I rhyme I´m puttin´ rappers in the ground<br>Wit´ lines that got ´em hooked like dope<br>They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin´ outta time<br>And I´m about to make ´em choke<br>Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach<br>Let´s get arrested for Disturbin´ the Peace! (C´mon)<br><br>Man! This Disturbin´ Tha Peace shit gettin´ on my nerves<br>Boy I tell you the truth, know what I´m sayin´?<br>While he doin´ shows, I´m in these skreets, know what I´m sayin´?<br>While he on tv, I´m in these skreets<br>And then my broad, my kid walkin´ around singin´ it<br>Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear<br>Know what I´m sayin´? I´m on another level though<br>I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O´ National<br>I got my own record label, you heard of us<br>The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I´m sayin´, we real<br>Who this nigga thing he is?<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>I´ma house hold name, wit´ game spittin´ outta my mouth at all times<br>I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs<br>So feel a tingle in yo´ s-spine, by the way I talk<br>And it´s pimpin´ in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk<br>Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops<br>People in the way wanna baller block<br>Little do they know that I´m callin´ shots<br>And I´m not to be fucked with<br>If you see me comin´ ´round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick<br>I tried to tell ´em, but they dont wanna listen<br>I tried to shine ´em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin´<br>And the kick drum keep on pumpin´, I´m dumpin´ on the closest fools<br>Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules<br>Hear what I´m sayin´ or heard what I said<br>Hear what they playin´, cuz thru this music I´ma still be heard if I´m dead<br>Call ya´ producers, cuz I´m hurtin´ these beats<br>I said it once, I´ll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin´ Tha Peace<br>C´mon<br><br>Yeah, folk<br>The King of the kings has spoken<br>ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block<br>We bouta let our nuts hang!<br>Disturbin´ Tha Peace!<br>We dont die, we multiply<br>We makin Def Jam history<br>Thanks for gettin´ the CD shawty!
New song lyrics
[Intro]<br>Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up<br>I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight<br>Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together<br>I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin´ to tell ya´<br>I told ya´ how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together<br>So come on now and get up to it yall<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin´ venom out his body wit´ the dopest flows<br>And wonder why the line´s around the corner<br>Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows<br>So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin´ that cake<br>Two times for my dawgs pullin´ triggers<br>And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin´ that weight<br>East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south<br>Then we took it all around the world<br>I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls<br>Droppin´ lyrical bombs up in ya´ hood,<br>Non-stoppin´, I´ma hit ´em till the block explode<br>Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?<br>I even got a little rock ´n´ roll<br>The most creative, original, got ´em takin´ subliminal<br>[Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots<br>They want it so bad, four million dollar pad<br>And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya´ white flags, I´m hot!<br>And everytime I rhyme I´m puttin´ rappers in the ground<br>Wit´ lines that got ´em hooked like dope<br>They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin´ outta time<br>And I´m about to make ´em choke<br>Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach<br>Let´s get arrested for Disturbin´ the Peace! (C´mon)<br><br>Man! This Disturbin´ Tha Peace shit gettin´ on my nerves<br>Boy I tell you the truth, know what I´m sayin´?<br>While he doin´ shows, I´m in these skreets, know what I´m sayin´?<br>While he on tv, I´m in these skreets<br>And then my broad, my kid walkin´ around singin´ it<br>Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear<br>Know what I´m sayin´? I´m on another level though<br>I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O´ National<br>I got my own record label, you heard of us<br>The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I´m sayin´, we real<br>Who this nigga thing he is?<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>I´ma house hold name, wit´ game spittin´ outta my mouth at all times<br>I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs<br>So feel a tingle in yo´ s-spine, by the way I talk<br>And it´s pimpin´ in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk<br>Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops<br>People in the way wanna baller block<br>Little do they know that I´m callin´ shots<br>And I´m not to be fucked with<br>If you see me comin´ ´round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick<br>I tried to tell ´em, but they dont wanna listen<br>I tried to shine ´em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin´<br>And the kick drum keep on pumpin´, I´m dumpin´ on the closest fools<br>Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules<br>Hear what I´m sayin´ or heard what I said<br>Hear what they playin´, cuz thru this music I´ma still be heard if I´m dead<br>Call ya´ producers, cuz I´m hurtin´ these beats<br>I said it once, I´ll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin´ Tha Peace<br>C´mon<br><br>Yeah, folk<br>The King of the kings has spoken<br>ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block<br>We bouta let our nuts hang!<br>Disturbin´ Tha Peace!<br>We dont die, we multiply<br>We makin Def Jam history<br>Thanks for gettin´ the CD shawty!
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