Disturbing Tha Peace We got Lyrics:
I-20 Yeah, I'm on tha block that pistol-play a
cold blooded killa/ n*ggas recognize my name/
I-dub, tha young dealer/ you better tell ya' man
that wit' tha guages I'm nice/ I'll shoot up ya'll
white shirts until ya'll look like dice/ but I'm
through wit'all tha talkin' time to show all you
n*ggas/ I-2-0/ I'm like J-Lo/ goin' through
n*ggas/ DTP, we ain't playin' if you try to get
our pay & ak's get 2 sprayin' like.........../
Bottom line that mean I'm bout it/ any n*gga want
it, doubt it/ bust you in tha broad day/ on a
street that's fully crowded/ find a whole inside
ya chest/ just 4 thinkin' it's rap/ and tell that
pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats/
Shawka say I'm shot out/ & I tend 2 agree/ so
you should watch what you sayin' if it's intended
4 me/ So be careful what you startin' let my
fingers do tha walkin'/ & that uzi get 2
talkin' like!.................

Titi Boi Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em,
can tha anna'(animosity), f*ck 'em, damn 'em,
press 'em, man 'em, scan 'em, tan 'em, heat 'em
up/ bake 'em, take 'em, beat 'em up/ I hate a
hater, I eat 'em up/ A,B,C,D,E,F/ Shawty is you a
G or what?/ Now it's just me & my nuts that's
all I got in this world/ I'm pullin' pistols out
my stomach & throwin' them b*tches up like
"earls"/ servin' tha club head shots/
scattered, covered, run, scramble I'm
thirty-eight, Hot wit' a pearl
handle................/ and I'm throwin' techs/
like a NBA ref/ I got all gold guns like they came
from Iraq/ artillery/ could it be/ I got all kinds
of these pistols/ I point my gun at ya' homeboy
make ya' own folks hitcha/ & ain't takin' no
more pictures if you snap I'm a click any way/
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plus I got bullets in tha clip tha size of Lil'
Fate/ & I'm wavin' choppers like helicopters/
You gon' need hella doctors when the glock
go!.....................

Chingy Uh, Stay on tha set b*tch!/ better watch
yo' lip that tech spit quick/ 20 over thur, Titi
over thur, Luda over thur/ Ain't no exit trick/ Us
you don't mess wit'/ we got them guns like action
flicks/ Reload wit' tha next clip/ I'm tha wrong
n*gga 2 flex wit' b*tch/ Come on & test this/
My gun I'm havin' sex wit', sh*t/ Put a bullet in,
shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas
b*tch/ Look at my necklace/ Make me hit a n*gga,
disrespect this clique/ my pistol grip sounds like
this.........../ Now what?/ Who want they day
f*cked?/ When I cock unload that "K"
bust but/ Ya'll cowards play tough/ & my peeps
we come 2 spray stuff up/ Ya'll lives made up/
like ugly hoes wit' make-up bruh/ We 'a shoot you
up then toss yo' ass in a lake tough nut/ My wrist
rocky like Sylvester Stallone, so thur4 you should
invest in a vest 4 ya' dome/ Cause I know you
marks plannin' on gettin' me when I'm landin'/
Peace 2 Nick/ but my cannon go!..................

Ludacris F*ck a medic we gon' call yo' ass a taxi
cab/ Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size maxi
pad/ So flip tha script & tell yo' woman it's
yo' time of tha month/ AK47 for tha n*ggas that's
really lookin' 4 heaven & a nine 4 you chumps/
Got killas on my squad and I'm tha nicest 1 in my
group/ But I got bananas 4 you n*ggas and I ain't
talkin' bout fruit/ I'll peel ya cap back/ Wit'
tha black mac/ 'Til ya back crack/ Cock tha gat
back like.................Clack! Clack! Clack!/
Swallow a hollow/ Make 'em digest wit' tha 50
caliber/ Your future's not lookin' so good/
Tomorrow's not on your calendar, I/ do away wit'
tha amateurs they breathin' too long/ I leave 'em
coughin' like tha sound effect you hear in this
song/ My shotguns are cold and hard but my desert
is easy/ & my triggers are always talkin'
about some, "squeeze me, squeeze me"/
& 4 these fakers talkin' greasy I'm startin'
tha show/ My uzi got a drum roll it
goes!....................../ Uh, Yeah!
Lyrics: We got, Disturbing Tha Peace [end]