Southern Fried Intro

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