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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 your 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 come on now and get up to it

The incredible, untouchable spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And why the line's around the corner
Cause the motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independent 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, dirty
Then we it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little boys ans girls
Droppin' bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the 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 what I
They want it so bad, million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm rappers in the ground
Wit' that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me
Let's get arrested for the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, what I'm sayin'?
he doin' shows, I'm in these streets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in 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 another level
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O'
I got my own record label, you of us
The Posse Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga he is?

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

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