Break Sumthin' lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace
[Chorus (2x)]
I'm 'bout to break sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
I'm 'bout to break sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying ahhh shit!
[Verse: Ludacris]
Yea, Fe, Fi, Foe, Fum
I smell an ounce of that good and a fifth of rum
Ain't no mistakin' Shady Park is where I'm flippin' from
It's so Shady my old lady gotta' keep a couple guns
You get the runs and I ain't talkin' about the bowel system
I'm talking bleeding, hurry wrap 'em in a towel system
Get the fuck out now system
It's animosity, curiosity, robbery
Probably the reason why theirs no stoppin' me 'till you cop a plea
[Verse: Shawnna]
Man, see now these bitches wanna fuck wit Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook of marijuana
Better keep that mouth out my business
Cause I got that 50 for ya
And I'm off the whip in this bitch and somebody shoulda' told ya
I'm drinkin' Remy and these bitches lookin' at me shady
They must don't know that I'm that bitch that smoke 'em in the face
Better take me up out the club cause I'm about to break
And all bitches and thugs know how we operate
We 'bout that take nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse: Fate Wilson]
Little Shorty from G-Roll
On the hustle to see six figures or more
Whether rappin' or pimpin' hoes
I'm high capping the gold
And I know I made them boys sick when I popped up on 24's
[Verse]
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in transactions
You see I stay on Riverdale Road
But I'll meet you up on Naston
[Verse]
'Cause in the south side partner we break you off proper
And the doctors can't help ya when the guns go block-ah
Time to notify the pastor ya family you'll mourn after
Yea the day after your ashes get scattered
You're all out next batter
[Verse]
I don't need no approval for poodles 'cause I'm a fool dog
Get to fighting in clubs and swing with pool balls
Shorty raw, walking by I try to grab sumthin'
If you don't say sumthin' I'm gon' take sumthin'
[Chorus]
[Verse: I-20]
Shit..
Blow you to bits and pieces
My niggas with Caprices
A Gucci bucket, Polo down with the heavy creases
I'm East Side, Scottsdale throw it up dog
I got them rocks by your block throw it up y'all
Slingers, 'dro, and pampus
Let's get it poppin' doctor
Mack 10, AK's when we shoot those choppers
My niggas ridin' hard, my niggas hot and hard
I-20 will bust some fo's so get down boy
[Chorus]
[Outro (repeat to fade)]
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Growing Pains (Do It Again) lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace (feat. Keon Bryce, Scarface)
[Intro]
Do it again . .
Do it a . .
Let's do it again . .
Do it a . .
[Verse: Fate Wilson]
(let's do it again)
Okay, I remember the days (let's do it again)
High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a)
Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days (let's do it again)
High tech boots spray painted witcha names (do it a)
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same (let's do it again)
Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial (do it a)
Harry's Photos, group shots, can you remember? (let's do it again)
Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die (do it a)
Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 (let's do it again)
When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed (do it a)
Just to reiterate dog those was the days (let's do it again)
?Fore the invasions of haters, man crews from all around (do it a)
Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Kilo (let's do it again)
Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco (do it a)
While playboys stepped in talent shows (let's do it again)
Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool (do it a)
Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)
(let's do it again)
[Verse: Shawnna]
It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch in the hood (do it a)
On the softball team I was swingin' that wood (let's do it again)
I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds (do it a)
Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again)
Mama sittin' on the porch ?till the lights come on (do it a)
And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone (let's do it again)
I was sick to my stomach, couldn't eat for days (do it a)
Sweepin' beauty shops, saving, making minimum wage (let's do it again)
Then I cop the 10-speed and got back on my feet (do it a)
A whole pack'a girls ridin' 20 deep in the street (let's do it again)
We playin' catch a boy, freak a boy, switchin' up the rules (do it a)
A summertime splash party get you in the pool (let's do it again)
Ladies if ya feel it - holla back cause you wit me (do it a)
Shout my nigga Keya, Tony Mack, Jalay, Nikki (let's do it again)
This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city (do it a)
Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate, Shawnna you wit me (let's do it again)
[Chorus: Keon Bryce]
We were tryin so hard (do it a)
Hard to survive (let's do it again)
Cause even though we were young (do it a)
We had to stay strong (let's do it again)
No matter what we went through (do it a)
It was me and my crew (let's do it again)
And that's how it went (do it a)
When we were kids (let's do it again)
[Verse: Ludacris]
I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat (do it a)
I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back (let's do it again)
With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches (do it a)
And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches (let's do it again)
A child of the corn been wild since I was born (do it a)
Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn (let's do it again)
Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy (do it a)
Wherever I go they went they my buddies (let's do it again)
I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets (do it a)
Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats (let's do it again)
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats (do it a)
Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf (let's do it again)
When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ac-tion! (do it a)
Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one (let's do it again)
Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys (do it a)
And be with the people makin all that got damn noise, man (let's do it again)
[Verse: Scarface]
I remember, Swatch Watches, Izod, Berries (do it a)
Levi Denims, dried eyed jerry-curls (let's do it again)
Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans (do it a)
Straight leg Lee's on, sewn at the seams (let's do it again)
Borrowing dope paint was all good if ya head-bang (do it a)
Long as you was ridin, you ain't need to have game (let's do it again)
And even back then chicks were starvin' touch status (do it a)
You either had a car, favorite Jordan, or kept static (let's do it again)
Old school homies did nothin but block rag (do it a)
Stay gone off the Olde E and pop James (let's do it again)
Moms had to monitor the niggas ya hung around (do it a)
To the point when you came in the house when they came around (let's do it again)
And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me (do it a)
And even back in 1983 shit was crazy (let's do it again)
Young, black, broke, drunk, beer, smoke (do it a)
It's good they kicked my ass outta' the school, fuck the principal (let's do it again)
[Chorus (2x)]
[Outro (to fade)]
Do it a . .
Let's do it again . . .
Do it a . .
Let's do it again . .
Do it a . .
Let's do it again . .
Do it a . .
Let's do it again . .
Do it a . .
Let's do it again . .
Posted lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace (feat. Shawnna)
[Shawnna talking]
Posted... aah... mo'fucca...
Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca...
Posted... haah... mo'fucca...
Posted... c'mon... yo...
[Verse 1]
I ain't dat bitch dat'll be in the club
With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club
I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club
And bitchez steppin' on my feet in the club
Tryina see who they can freak in the club
A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club
Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club
Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club
Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club
See them lame niggaz sippin' Don P in the club
When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club
White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club
Throwin' up a sign, nigga wha, street in the club
Make yo head nod cuz my joint beat in the club
For them niggaz that'd spend they whole week in the club
And the bitchez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club
And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club
You can't breathe in the club
It's called...
[Chorus]
Posted...
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut
[Verse 2]
Yo... this nigga said this sound like some ole' N.O.R.E. shit
Yea, I'm fuckin' wit that N.O.R.E. shit
I'll be dat bitch in the drop-top, aqua-blue, gourmet ??
E'rry nigga finna swore they here
We on the block and I'm [Grindin'] Jack
With a 50-pack and some 20's
Helicopters on dem hot Bentley's
Ain't got no time for these bitchez cuz it's over now
You ain't leavin' out in stitchez cuz I'm sober now
Hittin' Hot 97 with a hundred thou'
Bring yo main bitch up in it, I'ma run her style
Yea I'm cocky, thinkin' I plan, well bitch watch me
Post in the game, my niggaz on bricks got me
Put it on my kids, I did it for years, mami
Send it to my nig'z who doin' they biz, papi
Mo'fucca betta recognize some shit
Cuz god damn, Def Jam shouldn'ta signed a bitch
That's why I'm....
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3]
When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my shit
Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz
This fo' ??
All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz
It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter
Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the peanut butter
Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under
Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover
Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots
See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch
Coupla shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks
It's a hood thang nigga, gettin' blown to drop
We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it
Nigga, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness
I'ma post with my niggaz sippin' Remy and Guiness
All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this
It's called...
[Repeat Chorus 2X]
Smokin' Dro lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace
[Chorus: I-20]
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty
[Tity Boi]
See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down
when ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around
You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip
when we started choppin O's off in this empty apartment
See I was, standin in the track, and my back is the target
With a hammer on my side lookin like I'm layin carpets
See you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin like this cable
On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur
See I'm ridin and I'm blowin on twenty dollar bills
Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here
Stayin true to the prestige and the, economic status
I still stacked 100 G's stayin in my momma's attic
Stackin under Kraft-matics, willie sleepin on the cheese
See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's
And I'm ridin in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley
on the block, with the top back, blowin out that (?)
[Chorus - 2X]
[I-20]
You know I-20 ridin Regal's - cuttin cutters
since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit
A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin pretty
If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin Tity
on my system knock so loud (loud) they call the cops on me
Ladies show that ass proud (proud) and make it drop for me
This is how a nigga ride (ride) in A.T.L.
and if the twelve drop pull me over (over) I hide the scales
Blowin dro out the song booth, with windows tinted
Ridin clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it
Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window
Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, (?) when they in ya
I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala
Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow
Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it
When it comes to that ridin and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga
[Chorus - 2X]
[Ludacris]
Yo, gotta get that monkey off my BACK.. sir
I'm smokin dro and choppin O's up in my 'LLAC.. sir
Where the fuck you at when them little bitty "Animals ATTACK".. sir?
I'm in the TRAP and when I get caught up in a RAP-ture RELAX.. sir
It's like cata-RACTS to me, AC-tually it HAS to be
a FAC-tory of SMOKE and clouds I'm CHOK-in proud
and RHAP-sody, the SACK of trees is WROTE and now
So POT-ent now the TRACK is squeezed
So CLAP and be happy to be nappy and snappin
Just keep on rappin but nobody comes AF-ter me
POP.. {*cough*} one hit from the blunt then I stop drop, ROLLLLL!!
Really really wanna fuck with the glock glock? NOOOO!!
They so simple better hit that block, SLOWWWW!!
On yo' mark, get get ready, set, GOOOO!!
You could watch this Georgia tech' BLOWWWW!!
If I don't get some of that wet wet wet-t-t wet DROOOO!!
[Chorus - 2X]
Big Chain Records (Skit) lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace
[Ludacris (MC Medallian) whispers:] Man, I cant believe this.. Whole family bout to get kicked out on the streets. I aint got no money, God. Man its gonna get worse.
[Lady at Big Chain Records (LaChainya):] Good Morning, Big Chain Records this is LaChainya speaking. How may I help you?
[Ludacris:] Uh yeah.. um.. I seem to be having a couple problems (whoa whoa) wit my contract.
[LaChainya:] We have a chain of commands here. Sounds like you need to speak to the head chain in charge. Hold please.
[MUSIC:] BIG CHAIN RECORDS. BIG CHAIN. BIG CHAIN RECORDS. BIG CHAIN.
[Big Chainy:] Big Chainy!
[Ludacris:] Hey Mr. Chainy
[Big Chainy:] Hey hold for a sec., (whispers) yeah i need 30 chains down in New Oreleans. Go 'head
[Ludacris:] yeah, um... its MC Medallian here...
[Big Chainy:] Medallian, how ya doin, brotha?
[Ludacris:] Hey can I come up and see you? 'Cause I'm having a couple....
[Big Chainy:] sure, sure, man, I love new talent.
[Luda:] Aight
[Big Chainy:] Hey Medallian how ya doin'?
[Luda:] Whats goin on...
[Big Chainy:] Thats a pretty little chain you got there (I know, I know)
[Luda:] Um... I was having a couple problems here because I was lookin' over my contract and I seem to be having a some issues. It states here that I'm supposed to get my advance when I signed the contract and I still havent gotten my advance and I dont know whats goin' on.
[Big Chainy:] Oh.... okay... I see where that could be a problem. ([Luda:] right) What I don't think you understand is that what we're gonna do is give you a really big ass chain, just a big ASS chain ([background:] big ass chain)
[Luda:] Okay. Big Chain. Okay, okay I understand that but it says here that I'm supposed to get some monitary value. I-I dont have any money, I-I need money...
[Big Chainy:] I could see where the confusin' would come in at. What I don't think you understand is that we're gonna give you a really BIG ASS chain, a big ([luda:] right), platnium big ass chain an-annd on the back end we're gonna give you some big ass earrings.
[Luda:] okay look, I understand about the chain man, my family's about to get kicked out on the street ([big chainy:] oh that's terrible) I mean, I have no money whatsoever. I need money..
[Big Chainy:] you know what? I don't usually do this, okay... I don't usually do this but but since you dont believe. Jake, bring out the chain! ([backround:] QUE THE CHAIN!) ([backround:] AHHH! Damn thats a big ass chain!) that is a big ass chain...
[Luda:] oh God. I, I guess I didn't realize how big ths chain was ([Big Chainy:] yeah, it's, it's not a problem) I'm sorry, jus-just forget about what I was talkin about...
[Big Chainy:] Not a problem... Big Chain Records is takin off, we're expanding. (right, right) We're gettin' bigger and better (right). You know what, chains can be loose? much bigger. Pretty soon we're gonna have a whole chain of big ass chains ([luda:] alright. BIG CHAIN RECORDS!
Pimp Council lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace (feat. Too $hort)
[Too $hort]
All rise...order in the court
The honourable judge muthafuckin' Too $hort
presidin' over Superior Players Court
The first case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex
You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe slaughter
For fuckin' another nigga's bitch
[Lil' Fate]
Listen close to what I say
Dog, it might hurt ya
I be cuttin' ya girl while you be goin' to work bruh
When she first called my conscience was like, "Hell naw, Fate don't"
But she said, "I'm only around the corner", and popped her lil' punt
Apartment 5-7-0-1, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done
Got there, knocked on the door
She opened up the door half naked, lookin' exquisite
Ackin' mad 'cuz I ain't spoke to her since the last time a nigga hit it
She said, "Don't worry forget it since we only have 30 minutes"
'Fore her man came home for lunch
So I bust my nut and raised up wit
Five mnutes to spare, her man unaware
I saw him in traffic, beeped the horn and threw a deuce in the air
Yea I'm a playa
But I feel guilty 'bout cuttin' a broad
I need counselin' dog, 'cuz it's guilty as charged
Simply because I felt victim to lust and
Knowin' all the while it was my cousin girlfriend I had been fuckin' (Damn!)
[Too $hort]
The court finds you guitly as charged
Your sentence is PUI school
For pimpin' under the influence, nigga
Next case...
Oh we got us a repeat offender in the house
Jenny Jones A.K.A. Shanwnna
Same ol' charge...wanted in 8 states
What's yo story this time?
[Shawnna]
Oh yes yo' honor I see we talkin' again
I have no representation now shall we begin
I know you seen my face before but...hold on my friend
It's niggas gettin' away wit doin' the...same shit I did
I...can't do no bid
I got a mortgage and my kids
In a forest by the bridge
And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge wit dem grills
So you undertand I was tryna pay me some bills
When I was flippin' outta state while I was takin' a chill
Shootin' deem and a couple friends, spend a couple ends
Took the top off of the drop and let the bubble spin
Niggas got off in my knot and let them troubles in
So I decided to put that shit in my own hands
None of these hoes can fuck me, only God judge me
That man told me he love me and he flash money
My only crime could just be livin' it filthy
So let me hear it on mo' time--not guilty
[Too $hort]
Bailiff, take her into custody
[Woman screaming]
Oh, not my baby!
Hell naw!
[Too $hort]
Next case...
State vs. Velvet Jones A.K.A. Ludacris
You bein' charged wit impeedin' how traffic
Spendin' too much time tryna fuck one hoe
How do you plead Mr. Jones?
[Ludacris]
Man I'm the pimp of all pimps and y'all comin' up short
[Too $hort]
Calm down before I hold yo ass contempt of court
[Ludacris]
Ya honor, just be cool, let me approach that bench
And sprinkle seasonin' on yo ears 'bout how I choked that beeyotch!
[Too $hort]
Well did she promise you the pussy, mayn?
[Ludacris]
She ceratinly did
I got empty McDonald's cups in my car and my crib
She owe me sumthin', bitch betta show me sumthin'
Wrap her legs around my waist and start to throw me sumthin'
I'm simply the meanest, you lookin' at the stroke of a genius
The only verdict made should be the subpoena uh this penis
No objections or appeals, let's cut us a deal
And I promise to tell the truth if my partner don't squeal
She's awfully cautious, said the jury makes her nautious
She said she said she'd suck my dick if I dropped the charges
Oh no! Time to make ya kidneys shift
[Too $hort]
But didn't you fuck her best friend?
[Ludacris]
Oh, I plead the fifth
[Too $hort talking]
Yea, that sound like some shit you'll say
Ol' pimp ass nigga
Due to lack of evidence, I'm droppin' the charges
Don't let me see you in here again
Let this be a lesson learned
If you don't know you player rules
You liable to violate the game and get sent away for a long, long time
Remember...never hate on a real player
It ain't gon' get you nowhere, mayn
It's a lotta hoes out there player so...
Ain't no reason fot yuo to fuck ya best friend
Or ya cousin or ya brother's girl
Get ya own bitch, mayn, you know what I'm sayin'?
You runnin' around here...
Violatin' major player rules
You 'bout to get the muthafuckin' book thrown at yo bitch ass
Fuckin' 'round in this court
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all about the money baby
It it ain't about the money...it ain't about SHIT!!
To all you niggas runnin' 'round here...
Corny than a motherfucker
Just tryna fuck a bitch 'cuz you wanna get a nut off
Think about that money first, mayn--what is that bitch doin' for you?
What are you gettin' outta the situation?
Tryna give a bitch sumthin'
What you gon' give her sumthin' for--some pussy?!
It's trickin', mayn
Don't be a BEEUTCH!
Be a real pimp, nigga
Make that hoe pay you for everythang you do
Everythang you do you gotta get money, mayn...all day, all night
I wouldn't fuck a bitch for free
Just like I wouldn't rap for free, motherfucker
Yea, you know my favorite word...BEEUTCH!!
Play Pen To The State Pen lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace (feat. Tity Boi, Dolla Boy)
[Chorus:]
Here's a lil'story bout some niccas like we
Never should have been let out the elementary
Dolla Boy and I would like to say
that im the hardest nicca from around my way
Here's a lil story bout some niccas like we
never should have been let out the penatentury
Tity Boi and i would like to say
that im the slickest hustla from around my way
[Verse 1: Tity Boi]
Ay yo. since i was a youth, i pumped weed out and i been had cash money fa real off
Wit expectations and fare time faces
when i was hangin' wit this kid named Jason wit an accent from Jamaica
Our only concearn was diggits and comsumers 'cause we had athis lil city down in
Alabama Boomin' so we just do it
did it like Nike
And even wit this wifebeater on
i still got somethin up my sleeve
It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
'cause i got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
when 6 wit the clip showin
Nicca where ya click gone
They spreadin out like bugshots
aint nobody dyin still alive around here but caught
Exscure me your honor, can ya holla at my nicca
[Chorus:]
Heres lil sotry bout some niccas like we never should have been let out the penatentury
Tity Boi and i would like to say that im the slickest hustla from around my way
Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we never should have been let out the elementary
Dolla Boy and I would like to say that im the hardest nicca from around my way
[Verse 2: Dolla Boy]
Well im the dolla boy got gam gallure
you may have a lot of game but i got much more
and it all brew coo parked run and shoot
or late night throwin rights, shootin
dice wit tru and that diamond in the back
sunroof top, im hangin out that bitch
bout to shut down the block MMMMMMM
AK music, bombass trap wit put the deadanator to it
Niccas get rolled put the mask on and shoot
street court nicca tell his fam that we sued 'em
used to run the trap 1-5 on the ruler
but now im droppin off like im down wit the Cubans
Straight A grad in the Hard Knock Schoolin
Intern work year round brick movin
get to this money shit real in this music
so get it how you want it lame nicca dont confuse me
[Chorus:]
Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we
never should have been let out the elementary
Glans Circle and i like to say
that we the hardest droppin from around our way
Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we
never should have been let out the penatentury
yeah, yeah. Southside bout to run this
PC SHIT got Dolla Boy
Glans Circle
[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
niccas wanna know how Dolla does it
Bangwell gram need all of my 'causeins lame nicca?
flexin bout the work when it wasnt?
didnt think a nicca come to cop wit a oven
got enough heat to cook the hams and the stuffin'
take 22's knock the berries out ya muffin
momma said her son was 6 short from a dozen
message to my peers man get to this money
[Verse 4: Tity Boi]
A hundred miles of runnin aint no stoppin us
my communtiy service is pickin paper up
if the drought end its glocks and mad men
tracks and glass mixed wit a macs and mac10s?
i play the playpens and
stayed in the statepen
dont think i aint bigger
'cause my weight thinner
on 22's is how i carry myself
im like EWWW i might marry myself, YUP
[Chorus:]
Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we
never should have been let out the elementary
? see em shawty SOUTHSIDE
know what i mean southside
Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we
never should have let out the penatentury
got this shit... oh how we gon' do it shawty
off da rip [*talkin*]
howeva in any type of weather
R.P.M. lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace (feat. Twista)
[Shawnna]
Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked
in the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone
Sellin rock on the big phone
In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga
Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga
Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my bitches all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga
Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga
Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs
Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa!
[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
It's real real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)
[Twista]
Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs
in ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down
to whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to
they will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga
Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up
And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone
full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you fillin the hole then go see your body
probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes,
Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin
Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz
Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz
[Chorus]
[Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga
Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga
Puff that say you love that
We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
and it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like
fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga
Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga
Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana
To the Shawnna and put it on ya
Flows who you froze in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business
Flows in yo' dome in an instance
Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's
and the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Can't Be Stopped (I Know) lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace (feat. I-20)
knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped!
[Verse 1]
Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...
The definition of trillness, outta the South
Just that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth
Pay attention, I'll explain why I can't be stopped
And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block
Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slums
Candy paint on Monte Carlos in the decks where I'm from
Remember when I was first back from pullin' the first grab
Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the first slam
Who wants the 'yours truly', y'all cannot school me
Put so much coke on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue me
Wearin' a throwback, I dropped faces and ? crack
And if I can't rap, the trap is where I'll go back
This just one dimension, of a nigga spittin
You're now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin
I'm the quarterback of crack because it's logical
Don't want that yay, I'll switch up the plate, call me the honorable
Deala not yo average dick ridin' bitch nigga
I'm more like a Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga
You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted
??? spark ten, heavily gatted
C'mon dawg, you can't fuck with me, leave it alone
I got killaz on standby, breathe and it's on
If this truly is a game then I'm the legend who wrote it
And be careful 'cause the bases ain't the only thing loaded
I knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped!
(I can't be stopped, I can't be stopped!)
[Verse 2]
Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but wood
I-Double, DTP, we ain't nuthin' but hood
You still tryina get a deal, but yo time's runnin' out
You diarrhea in yo ass, the shit's not comin' out
Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no ends
I made more in a month doin 'Cris ad libs
Do a background check on me, see how I live
Don't let that Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids
Down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap
Deala bitch! The same love in the burbs or the trap
I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when I need to
Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when I need to
You don't know me and all the warz that I've fought
In the club, fuck the bottle, whole bar gets bought
Bronson! I'ma made man, you do the knowledge
All you is just middle school, see me in college
Pussy rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin' permit
Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror's the tint
Y'all niggaz not quiet Ludacris, nowhere near Shawnna
A mill ??? Fate, and Tity some otha drama
And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the respect
On every block I been on, not only the deck
It's the same shit, different day, I'm stuck in my ways
DTP, we run the streets until I'm stuck in the grave
I knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped!
[Repeat 4X]
A-Town Hatz lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace (feat. Lil' Fate, Tity Boi, I-20, Chimere)
[Chorus x2 - Chimere + Lil' Fate]
A-Town hats, and A-Town jerseys
Watch them A-Town boys, they play the game dirty
Matter fact floss in the A-Town witcha jewelry
Will getcha laid down in the A-Town, shorty you heard me
[Verse 1 - Lil' Fate]
You can find me in a Polo shirt, Polo pants, Polo boots
Looking cute, in my Polo suit
That was back then in '95 [Yeah]
In West Lake, pep rally, reping Banker High [Yeah]
Them boys ain't like it, but they had to play it cool shorty
I'm wit them hersey roll boys, they was acting fool shorty
You know, Cam, Chip, Zae, bought these seagulls wit me
Quincy, Langston, Ron, and Shondre was wit me
Please believe College Park, back jumping mayne
Sunday nights, Frozen Paradise, off the chain
Youngstas flossing old school, wit the candy paint
Sitting on chrome feet, old enough to drank
Look homes, this my state, my city, my home boy
So I'ma rep the Park hard, for my homeboys
Gotty Road, Riverdale, Hillendale, boys
That jump out the day shorty, get to take yours
[Chorus x2 - Chimere + Lil' Fate]
A-Town hats, and A-Town jerseys
Watch them A-Town boys, they play the game dirty
Matter fact floss in the A-Town witcha jewelry
Will getcha laid down in the A-Town, shorty you heard me
[Verse 2 - Tity Boi]
Uh, uh, me and the A-Town model niggas, stick to the script
You see me riding on flash, when I'm parking the whip
Before I enter the club, and endangered species
Looking sharper than a mugg, and them heavy creases
Bitch jumped out, 'Lac wit the bump
And before they could say, that it was very crunk
Get gon' and get the gat on, out of the trunk
And I walked around wit the hat on, like I was drunk
Yeah, and I play on left field
Like, I swing so much iron, they call me Gary Sheffield
And I'ma brave as player, and I'm dead real
I got them O's for them low, what you got ain't deal
Like taking pennies out ya stow, you can take the "Boi" off the "Tity"
But can't take the "Tity" off the "Boi"
And I got so many A's, that people thought I was cheating
Nah, got so many Z's, that people thought I was sleeping, and them
[Chorus x2 - Chimere + Lil' Fate]
A-Town hats, and A-Town jerseys
Watch them A-Town boys, they play the game dirty
Matter fact floss in the A-Town witcha jewelry
Will getcha laid down in the A-Town, shorty you heard me
[Verse 3 - Infamous 2-0]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, It go Eastside, flat South, Glenwood, here we go
They call me D-Lo, Mr. Bronx, and bitch I 2-0
I'm down in Jazzy T's, I spend 1000 g's
I like them hoes that dance for me, then they leave wit me
Ooh so strong, hoes love the country accent
Hit it a hour and a half, then she won't me back and
Bitch squeeze, if it's beef, I'm bucking feels
A.K.A., R. Kelly, 'cause I'm fucking with kids
You know [???], slouch socks, Air Ones and braids
Throwbacks, Akademiks, and a wave cap
Old school Caddy, riding on grown men
That's how we live, you don't never leave the crib before ten
Uh, there's just something bout us, our system beat the loudest
Now we deep in the game, you can never out us
Think you know a nigga greater, then bet, put money on it
Please believe it in Decatur, if it ain't got 20's on it
[Chorus x2 - Chimere + Lil' Fate]
A-Town hats, and A-Town jerseys
Watch them A-Town boys, they play the game dirty
Matter fact floss in the A-Town witcha jewelry
Will getcha laid down in the A-Town, shorty you heard me
[Outro - Lil' Fate]
Shorty ya heard me, shorty ya heard me
Watch them boys in them A-Town hats, they play the game dirty
Shorty ya heard me, shorty ya heard me
Don't floss in the A-Town, you get laid down surely
[*Ad-libs* until fade]
N.S.E.W. lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace
Just get on down [8x]
[Chorus]
North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West [4x]
Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice
Throw up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool
So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause I bust that shit'it
Dump that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it
Through the Chi like North, North, South, South
Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth
In the East, East, West, West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest
Cause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter
Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka
Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas
Back in the bricks wit that good
[Chorus]
Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp
All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at)
Yeeah, I got them hos, I got them O's, I got Air phones for those hos
And yeeah, I got white phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floor
So get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take course
Got dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, Whippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport
See if you got 16's, I will make that pliz'ay
And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys
East side, whole Masterfield rainbow
Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow
Good wood, not wastin that payroll
Five hos trapped, boys got rapers
My size got air nigga rep that
We ride, rock sells and I bet that
Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch
Let a nigga know that his head I will bust quick
Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout
Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot
Gimme head while I'm bustin that two track
It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back
Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book
Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk
If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though
2-0 represent East side ho
[Chorus]
Hell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to (what, what)
Tupac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!)
Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)
Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that
(they thought it couldn't happen)
They blastin and screamin, we ain't friends, ain't no need to pretend
(Shawty!) Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend
His brains was left leakin while his body got cold
Now it's y'all life that y'all owe
Time to even the score, case closed
[Chorus (2x)]
[Scratching]
When I Touch Down lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace (feat. Lil' Fate, Jazze Pha)
google.com, pub-6566570404909222, DIRECT, f08c47fec0942fa0
[Jazze]
Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio
You damn right we jam
The phone lines are ringin off the hook
But I'm not gon awnser them cuz I don't wanna hear shit you got say
We gotta special guest in the house tonight
Little Fate in this bitch, an probly in yours
So here's the number 1 song in the night, when I touch down, by lil Fate
[Hook]
Now don't get mad at me cuz ya hoe outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz
I'm already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin
We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin
Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down
When I touch down
[Fate]
When I touch down boys frown cuz girls flock around
Lil shorty from the A-Town hit the club and buy a round for the whole place
Girls a henny straight wit no chase
I'm like skin deep, Bo legged and cute face
An aggressive playa I stay abroad like 2nd base
Gone an cuppa my nigga oops its too late
Ya hoe chose Fate guess she wasn't ya soulmate
I fucked her on the first date while you spoilt her for months straight
So what is it bout Fate that got these girls attracted
Imma NVP playa I got the game mastered
Got girls, flippin out like gymnastics
Gold I got carrots on my neck and wrist
A SS impala dubbs on that bitch
Hoes scream when I step up from parkin the whip
I ain't conceded dogg, I'm just confident
Them niggaz heat it cuz they bitches give me compliments
[Hook]
[Fate]
Now when the spot get shutdown fate Maude is the reason
Mink coat V.I.P. in, why you standin inna long line freezin
Holdin ya p an, ya girl whisperin come pick me up this evening
Once you done dropped her off, just so I can knock her off
An expose the lingerie ya just brought man
You can't picture my league I gotta home run stroke
After I poke it run home to find a goodbye note
She in love wit me folded
Thas all that she wrote
An she love the way I de-rub her and skid in her throat
She a freaky hoe, love the way my dick touch her tonsils
An I get it for free thanks to niggaz like you who sponsor
Shoppin sprees, Gucci purses you purchase
A 3-carrot ring thinkin its gon make her change no way
Shoulda slowed ya rolls stop to think
Ya can't turn a hoe into a wife fuck you think
[Hook]
[Fate]
That's my girl, you dudes kill me wit your reactions
While she in the VIP sippin up and laughing
Yall no rank niggaz don't respect the captain
If she hustling you then you hustling backwards
And thas sad dogg you coulda splirred on yaself
Stop trickin to these broads they don't deserve ya wealth
Yall don't learn nothing else aint he the little shorty
If ya had ya girl in line she woudnt find time to call me
[Hook]
[Outro]
An they don't know, about them real thrill niggaz
down south who de runnin this shit
An they don't know, about them mid-west hustlers, gangstas an pimps
An they don't know, about them up north niggaz who live ready to ride or die
An they don't know, bout them westside, smoked out and they stay high
[Jazze]
Yeah, I hear you Baby Flex, thas a hot one
Tha phone lines are ringin off the hook, so I'ma go ahead turn my ring on
It's a cock market cash winnin weekend
2000 dollars going out to the fattest pussy
That will be going down at welcome all ball
Chaka Zulu will be judging
Also joined for the disturbin the peace, second annual big titties contest
We also have a P price contest for yall niggaz
You'll get a gold haircut to the nigga who cuff his hoe the most
This is W-J-I-V-E, oh shit go back shorty
You know what, fuck it next song
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