[Chorus: I-20]
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It's some real niggaz here, it's some real niggaz here
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It's some real, it's some real, it's some real niggaz here
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It's some real niggaz here, it's some real niggaz here
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All the time we steady screamin' DTP for life!
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[Verse 1: I-20]
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It's clear who on top dawg, I guess I ain't supposed to count
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A 1/4 mill before the deal, my wife was spendin' most of that (yeah!)
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Niggaz buy the bar out, thinkin' they could hang with us
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FUCK it Chaka, buy the club 'cause we brought some change with us
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But if my money wasn't straight, I'd go right back & rob a nigga
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I'm tryna get that Maybach & goin' back to maul the nigga!
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The glock will scare most niggaz, but some will try to act hard
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SK-32, call that shit my black card!
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& everybody want somethin' you can bet yo' life on it
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Some hoes will try to give you head, others put a price on it
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I-Dub, young dealer, know the name & take it down
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Extacy to cocaine, bag it up & break it down
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& yeah this might surprise you, you are being lied to
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FUCK if he real I need some shit that I can ride to
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Bang bang, shoot 'em up, nigga that's the motto here
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Livin' fo' today 'cause you might not see tomorrow here
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[Chorus x2: I-20]
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[Lil' Fate: talking in background]
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Tell 'em, tell 'em!!! Yeeah (yeeah), look
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[Verse 2: Lil' Fate]
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I ain't gotta try dawg, I can get gangsta too
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The ground'll be Blood red, your face'll be Crip blue
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Can of whoop-ass I'ma open soon as I spot you
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For talkin' all that bullshit off in them interviews
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We ain't gotta rob you, we gettin' money over here
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No album dropped, still shawty is a millionaire
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Put a price on your head if you wanna take it there
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Funeral, front row, mama cryin' +Right Thurr+
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+Jackpot+ took shots and got dropped all because
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He was poppin' off at the mouth like a hoe does
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Bitch you can't expose us, naw it ain't no love
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When you see us in the streets act like you don't know us
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Slim said, "Don't let up!" so I had to stay on him
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Just to set the record straight - this is Lil' Fate, homie
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Only use if you or don't know me to light up the streets
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Better watch your words when you talkin' 'bout Disturbing Tha Peace
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[Chorus x2: I-20]
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[Verse 3: Ludacris]
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Hailin' from Blacklanta Metropolis & hangin' on the block with us
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You don't need laser vision to see it ain't no FUCKIN' stoppin' us
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Keepin' a gang of niggaz that be layin' down that murder game
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Get that ass flame broiled, you SWEAR we worked at Burger King
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Swervin' mane, up and down the block
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Rock, steady cops
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Heavy on the booty of that Chevy please BELIEVE ME!
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Sippin' on that 'Nac
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I'm ready to put a nigga on his belly or his back
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'Cause we ain't goin' down EASY!
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& that's if we go down at all, I'm quick to throw down & brawl
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I'll punch a hater in his throat for talkin' nonsense (blah!)
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& we won't back down at all until you back down and fall
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So tell Osama DTP's about that bomb shit (blah!)
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We convicts like Akon & Young Jeez
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I can blow you off the map with two grips & one squeeze (aaahhh!)
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Just for walkin' on my turf you pay fees
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Or get a bullet to yo' teeth, tell these boys to say, "CHEESE!!!"
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[Chorus x2: I-20]
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DTP For Life
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Disturbing Tha Peace |