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Hey, yeah! I all you proud sisters to stand up
I want to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and if you know you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to ya'
I told ya' how to about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it

The incredible, untouchable nigga venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And why the line's around the corner
Cause the motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one for my independent women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, south
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty ans girls
lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, you want?
I even got a little 'n' roll
The creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four dollar pad
And to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' in the ground
lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em
Better your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! This Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm
While he doin' shows, I'm in streets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in streets
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around it
Boy, if they sing verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta on O' National
I got my own label, you heard of us
The Posse Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this thing he is?

I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the signs
So feel a in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I
Oh lawd, more styles than a shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller
do they know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be fucked
If you see me 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they don't to listen
I tried to 'em, but they don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cause rules were made to be broken, but you can't make rules
Hear what I'm or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', 'cause this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm these beats
I it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

Yeah,
The of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to
We let our nuts hang!
Tha Peace!
We don't die, we
We makin Def Jam
Thanks for the CD shawty!