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