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    Disturbing Tha Peace / Lyrics

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    Disturbing Tha Peace feat. Shawnna, Ludacris and Twista

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    [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]
    This song was submitted on February 3rd, 2010 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher Bridges, Christopher Brian Bridges, Shondrae L Crawford, Rashawna Guy, Carl Terrell Mitchell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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