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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 you got your 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 to tell how to get the thing together
So on now and get up to it y'all

The incredible, untouchable spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the around the corner
Cause the little motherfucker has the shows
So one for my independent women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dogs pullin'
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that
East coast, west coast, mid west, south
Then we took it all the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans
Droppin' lyrical 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 little rock 'n'
The most creative, original, got 'em takin'

Cause they can't get what I
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 I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' time
And I'm to make 'em choke
turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for the Peace! (C'mon)

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

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

Yeah,
The King of the has spoken
ATL shawty! to hood, block to block
We bouta let our hang!
Tha Peace!
We don't die, we
We Def Jam history
Thanks for the CD shawty!