(Verse 1)
Incredible untouchable n****
Spitting venom out his body wit the dopiest flow
And wonder why the lines run up on him
Because the little mother f**ka got the dopiest shows
One time for my independent women and all the single mothers
Who be getting that cake
And two time for my dogs in the kitchen and my n****s flipping chicken
Who be getting that weight
East coast, West coast, Mid West, Dirty South,
Then we take it all around the world
I got fans in retirement home to teenagers to little bitty boys & girls
Dropping lyrical bombs up in yo hood
Now stop and I’m a hit them until the block explode
Hip Hop, R & B, Pop chart what you want I even got a little rock & roll
The most creative original,
Got them taking subliminal … cause they can’t get what I got
They want it so bad 4 million dollar pad and
Enough to retire off 2 albums go on wave yo white flags I’m hot
And every time I rhyme I putting rappers in the grind wit mine
Got them hooked like dope
They got to make up mind cause they running out of time
And I’m about to make them choke
Better turn your stereo louder listen up and let me preach
Let’s get arrested for Disturbing Tha Peace, C’mon
(Chorus)
Man, this disturbing tha peace s**t getting on my nerves boy I tell you the truth you know what I’m saying. While he doing show I’m in these streets, know what I’m saying, while he on TV I’m in these streets. And then my broad and my kid walk around signing it, boy if they sing another verse boy I swear know what I’m saying, I’m a nun level them. I got a car wash, I got a shop on Old National I got my own record label, you heard her, the Posey family Car tell know what I’m saying. We real who this n**** think he is?
(Verse 2)
I’m a house hold name wit game spitting out of my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about and spit it out of a spout until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo spine by the way I talk
And it’s pimping in my blood you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lord more styles than a barber show call the cops
People in the way want to I baler block little did they know that I’m calling shots
And I’m not to be f**ked wit
If you see me come around the corner than duck quick
Proper traitors can suck d***
I try to tell them but they don’t want to listen
I try to shine them but they don’t want to glisten
While the Hi Hat keep on ticking
And the kip drum keep on pumping I dumping on the closet fool
Because rules are made to be broken but you can’t make broken rules
Hear what I’m saying or heard what said
Hear what the play cause trough this music I’m a still be heard if I dead
Call your producers because I’m hurting these beats
I said it ounce I’ll say Bi-ouch Disturbing Tha Peace, C’mon
(Chorus)
Hey FO, the king of the kings has spoken ATL shotie. Hood to hood, block to block we about to let our nuts hang. Disturbing Tha Peace, we don’t die we multiply, we making Def Jam history … thanks for getting the CD shotie. |
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