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[Verse 1]

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin` venom out his body wit` the dopest flows

And wonder why the line`s around the corner

Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows

So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin` that cake

Two times for my dawgs pullin` triggers

And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin` that weight

East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south

Then we took it all around the world

I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls

Droppin` lyrical bombs up in ya` hood,

Non-stoppin`, I`ma hit `em till the block explode

Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?

I even got a little rock `n` roll

The most creative, original, got `em takin` subliminal

[Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots

They want it so bad, four million dollar pad

And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya` white flags, I`m hot!

And everytime I rhyme I`m puttin` rappers in the ground

Wit` lines that got `em hooked like dope

They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin` outta time

And I`m about to make `em choke

Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach

Let`s get arrested for Disturbin` the Peace! (C`mon)

Man! This Disturbin` Tha Peace shit gettin` on my nerves

Boy I tell you the truth, know what I`m sayin`?

While he doin` shows, I`m in these skreets, know what I`m sayin`?

While he on tv, I`m in these skreets

And then my broad, my kid walkin` around singin` it

Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear

Know what I`m sayin`? I`m on another level though

I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O` National

I got my own record label, you heard of us

The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I`m sayin`, we real

Who this nigga thing he is?

[Verse 2]

I`ma house hold name, wit` game spittin` outta my mouth at all times

I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs

So feel a tingle in yo` s-spine, by the way I talk

And it`s pimpin` in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk

Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops

People in the way wanna baller block

Little do they know that I`m callin` shots

And I`m not to be fucked with

If you see me comin` `round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick

I tried to tell `em, but they dont wanna listen

I tried to shine `em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin`

And the kick drum keep on pumpin`, I`m dumpin` on the closest fools

Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules

Hear what I`m sayin` or heard what I said

Hear what they playin`, cuz thru this music I`ma still be heard if I`m dead

Call ya` producers, cuz I`m hurtin` these beats

I said it once, I`ll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin` Tha Peace

C`mon

Yeah, folk

The King of the kings has spoken

ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block

We bouta let our nuts hang!

Disturbin` Tha Peace!

We dont die, we multiply

We makin Def Jam history

Thanks for gettin` the CD shawty!

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