[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'



together

So come on now and get up to it yall



[Verse 1: Ludacris]

the incredible untouchable lickin spittin venom out his body with 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 independent woman and all the single mothers

who be eatin 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 it out of 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 around the corner then duck quick

perpetrators could suck dick

I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen

i tried to shine them but they don't want to glisten

while the hard 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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