[intro]
hey, yeah! i want all you proud sistas to stand up
i want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
brothers and sisters if you know you got your thing together
i want you to stand on up, now i got somethinand' to tell yaand'
i told yaand' how to think about it, now i want to tell how to get the thing together
so come on now and get up to it yall
[verse 1]
the incredible, untouchable nigga spittinand' venom out his body witand' the dopest flows
and wonder why the lineand's around the corner
cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
so one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettinand' that cake
two times for my dawgs pullinand' triggers
and my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippinand' that weight
east coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south
then we took it all around the world
i got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
droppinand' lyrical bombs up in yaand' hood,
non-stoppinand', iand'ma hit and'em till the block explode
hip hop, randb, pop-tart, what you want?
i even got a little rock and'nand' roll
the most creative, original, got and'em takinand' subliminal
*boom boom* cuz they cant get what i gots
they want it so bad, four million dollar pad
and enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave yaand' white flags, iand'm hot!
and everytime i rhyme iand'm puttinand' rappers in the ground
witand' lines that got and'em hooked like dope
they gotta make up they mind, because they runninand' outta time
and iand'm about to make and'em choke
better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
letand's get arrested for disturbinand' the peace! (cand'mon)
Man! this disturbinand' tha peace shit gettinand' on my nerves
boy i tell you the truth, know what iand'm sayinand'?
while he doinand' shows, iand'm in these skreets, know what iand'm sayinand'?
while he on tv, iand'm in these skreets
and then my broad, my kid walkinand' around singinand' it
boy, if they sing another verse, boy i swear
know what iand'm sayinand'? iand'm on another level though
i gotta car wash, i gotta shop on oand' national
i got my own record label, you heard of us
the posse family cartel, you know what iand'm sayinand', we real
who this nigga thing he is?
[verse 2]
iand'ma house hold name, witand' game spittinand' outta my mouth at all times
i spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
so feel a tingle in yoand' s-spine, by the way i talk
and itand's pimpinand' in my blood, you can tell by the way i walk
ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
people in the way wanna baller block
little do they know that iand'm callinand' shots
and iand'm not to be fucked with
if you see me cominand' and'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
i tried to tell and'em, but they dont wanna listen
i tried to shine and'em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickinand'
and the kick drum keep on pumpinand', iand'm dumpinand' on the closest fools
cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules
hear what iand'm sayinand' or heard what i said
hear what they playinand', cuz thru this music iand'ma still be heard if iand'm dead
call yaand' producers, cuz iand'm hurtinand' these beats
i said it once, iand'll say it twice, biatch, disturbinand' tha peace
cand'mon
Yeah, folk
the king of the kings has spoken
atl shawty! hood to hood, block to block
we bouta let our nuts hang!
disturbinand' tha peace!
we dont die, we multiply
we makin def jam history
thanks for gettinand' the cd shawty!
