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