Song lyrics Southern fried intro by Ludacris

[Intro]
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin´ to tell ya´
I told ya´ how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it yall

[Verse 1]
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin´ venom out his body wit´ the dopest flows
And wonder why the line´s around the corner
Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin´ that cake
Two times for my dawgs pullin´ triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin´ that weight
East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south
Then we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin´ lyrical bombs up in ya´ hood,
Non-stoppin´, I´ma hit ´em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock ´n´ roll
The most creative, original, got ´em takin´ subliminal
[Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya´ white flags, I´m hot!
And everytime I rhyme I´m puttin´ rappers in the ground
Wit´ lines that got ´em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin´ outta time
And I´m about to make ´em choke
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let´s get arrested for Disturbin´ the Peace! (C´mon)

Man! This Disturbin´ Tha Peace shit gettin´ on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I´m sayin´?
While he doin´ shows, I´m in these skreets, know what I´m sayin´?
While he on tv, I´m in these skreets
And then my broad, my kid walkin´ around singin´ it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I´m sayin´? I´m on another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O´ National
I got my own record label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I´m sayin´, we real
Who this nigga thing he is?

[Verse 2]
I´ma house hold name, wit´ game spittin´ outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo´ s-spine, by the way I talk
And it´s pimpin´ in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way wanna baller block
Little do they know that I´m callin´ shots
And I´m not to be fucked with
If you see me comin´ ´round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell ´em, but they dont wanna listen
I tried to shine ´em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin´
And the kick drum keep on pumpin´, I´m dumpin´ on the closest fools
Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules
Hear what I´m sayin´ or heard what I said
Hear what they playin´, cuz thru this music I´ma still be heard if I´m dead
Call ya´ producers, cuz I´m hurtin´ these beats
I said it once, I´ll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin´ Tha Peace
C´mon

Yeah, folk
The King of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block
We bouta let our nuts hang!
Disturbin´ Tha Peace!
We dont die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam history
Thanks for gettin´ the CD shawty!