Southern Fried Intro

[Verse 1] <br /> The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin` venom out his body wit` the dopest flows <br /> And wonder why the line`s around the corner <br /> Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows <br /> So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin` that cake <br /> Two times for my dawgs pullin` triggers <br /> And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin` that weight <br /> East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south <br /> Then we took it all around the world <br /> I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls <br /> Droppin` lyrical bombs up in ya` hood, <br /> Non-stoppin`, I`ma hit `em till the block explode <br /> Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want? <br /> I even got a little rock `n` roll <br /> The most creative, original, got `em takin` subliminal <br /> [Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots <br /> They want it so bad, four million dollar pad <br /> And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya` white flags, I`m hot! <br /> And everytime I rhyme I`m puttin` rappers in the ground <br /> Wit` lines that got `em hooked like dope <br /> They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin` outta time <br /> And I`m about to make `em choke <br /> Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach <br /> Let`s get arrested for Disturbin` the Peace! (C`mon) <br /> <br /> Man! This Disturbin` Tha Peace shit gettin` on my nerves <br /> Boy I tell you the truth, know what I`m sayin`? <br /> While he doin` shows, I`m in these skreets, know what I`m sayin`? <br /> While he on tv, I`m in these skreets <br /> And then my broad, my kid walkin` around singin` it <br /> Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear <br /> Know what I`m sayin`? I`m on another level though <br /> I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O` National <br /> I got my own record label, you heard of us <br /> The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I`m sayin`, we real <br /> Who this nigga thing he is? <br /> <br /> [Verse 2] <br /> I`ma house hold name, wit` game spittin` outta my mouth at all times <br /> I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs <br /> So feel a tingle in yo` s-spine, by the way I talk <br /> And it`s pimpin` in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk <br /> Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops <br /> People in the way wanna baller block <br /> Little do they know that I`m callin` shots <br /> And I`m not to be fucked with <br /> If you see me comin` `round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick <br /> I tried to tell `em, but they dont wanna listen <br /> I tried to shine `em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin` <br /> And the kick drum keep on pumpin`, I`m dumpin` on the closest fools <br /> Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules <br /> Hear what I`m sayin` or heard what I said <br /> Hear what they playin`, cuz thru this music I`ma still be heard if I`m dead <br /> Call ya` producers, cuz I`m hurtin` these beats <br /> I said it once, I`ll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin` Tha Peace <br /> C`mon <br /> <br /> Yeah, folk <br /> The King of the kings has spoken <br /> ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block <br /> We bouta let our nuts hang! <br /> Disturbin` Tha Peace! <br /> We dont die, we multiply <br /> We makin Def Jam history <br /> Thanks for gettin` the CD shawty!