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Hey, yeah! I all you proud sisters to stand up
I want everybody to up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing
I want you to on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together
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 the corner
Cause the motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independent women and all the single who be gettin' that cake
Two for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty
we took it all around the world
I got fans in homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, you want?
I even got a rock 'n' roll
The creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta
And I'm about to make 'em
Better turn your louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for the Peace! (C'mon)

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

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

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