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 somethin` to tell ya`
I told ya` 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 y`all

The incredible, untouchable ni**a
Spittin` venom out his body wit` the dopiest flows
And wonder why the line`s around the corner
`Cuz the little motherf**ker has the dopiest shows
So one time for my independent women
And all the single mothers who be gettin` that cake
Two times for my dawgs pullin` triggers
And my ni**az in the kitchen that be flippin` 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
Droppin` lyrical bombs up in ya` hood
Non-stoppin`, I`ma hit `em till the block explode
Hip hop, R and B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock `n` roll

The most creative, original, got `em takin` subliminal
`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 ya` white flags, I`m hot!

And every time I rhyme I`m puttin` rappers in the ground
Wit` lines that got `em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, `cuz they runnin` outta time
And I`m about to make `em choke
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let`s get arrested for Disturbin` The Peace!
(C`mon)

Man! This Disturbin` Tha peace s**t gettin` on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I`m sayin`?
While he doin` shows, I`m in these skreets, know what I`m sayin`?
While he on T.V., I`m in these skreets
And then my broad, my kid walkin` around singin` it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I`m sayin`? I`m on another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O` National
I got my own record label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I`m sayin`, we real
Who this ni**a thing he is?

I`ma house hold name, wit` game spittin` 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 yo` s-spine, by the way I talk
And it`s pimpin` 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 I`m callin` shots

And I`m not to be f**ked with
If you see me comin` `round the corner
Then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell `em, but they don`t wanna listen
I tried to shine `em, but they don`t wanna glisten
While the high hat keeps on tickin`
And the kick drum keep on pumpin`, I`m dumpin` on the closest fools
`Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules

Hear what I`m sayin` or heard what I said
Hear what they playin`
`Cuz thru this music I`ma still be heard if I`m dead
Call ya` producers, `cuz I`m hurtin` these beats
I said it once, I`ll say it twice, bitch, Disturbin` Tha Peace
C`mon

Yeah, folk
The King of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block
We bouta let our nuts hang!
Disturbin` Tha Peace!
We don`t die, we multiply
We makin` Def Jam history
Thanks for gettin` the CD shawty!