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[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!

[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!

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