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Disturbing tha Peace - R.P.M. lyrics
ft. 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] |
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