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Hey, yeah! I all you proud sisters to stand up
I everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got thing together
I 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
So on now and get up to it y'all

The incredible, nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the
Cause the little motherfucker has the dopest
So one time for my independent women and all the mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dogs pullin'
And my niggaz in the kitchen be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty ans girls
lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you
I even got a little rock 'n'
The creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

Cause they can't get I got's
They want it so bad, four dollar pad
And to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em like dope
They make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em
Better turn your stereo louder, up and let me preach
Let's get for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

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

I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all
I it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a shop, call the cops
People in the way want to block
Little do know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be fucked
If you see me 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they don't to listen
I tried to shine 'em, but don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you can't broken rules
what I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music I'ma still be if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Tha Peace

Yeah,
The of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, to block
We bouta let our hang!
Tha Peace!
We die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam
Thanks for the CD shawty!