Southern Fried Intro

Hey, yeah

I want all you proud sisters 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 something to tell ya

I told ya how to think about it

And now I wanna tell you how to get the thing together

So come on now and get our grooves on

Hey, yeah

The incredible, untouchable ****

Spittin' venom out his body wit the dopest flows

And wonder why the line's around the corner

'Cause the little motherfucker has the dopest 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 **** 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 and girls

Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya hood

Non-stoppin, I'ma hit 'em till the block explode

Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?

I even got a little rock n' roll

The most creative, original

Got 'em takin' subliminal

'Cause they can't get what I gots

They want it so bad

Four-million-dollar pad and enough to retire off two albums

Go on, wave ya white flags

I'm hot

And every time I rhyme, I'm puttin' rappers in the ground

With lines that got 'em hooked like dope

They gotta make up they mind because 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 Disturbing Tha Peace

Come on

Man, this Disturbing Tha Peace shit is gettin' on my nerves

Boy, I tell you the truth, you know'm sayin'?

While he doin' shows, I'm in these streets

Know'm sayin'?

While he on TV, I'm in these streets

And then my broad and my kid walkin' 'round singin' it

Boy, if they sing another verse, boy, I swear

You know'm sayin'? I'm on another level though

I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on Old National

I got my own record label, you heard of

Posse Family Cartel

You know'm sayin'? We real

Who this **** think he is

I'm a household name

With game spittin' outta my mouth at all times

I spit it out and about, and spit it outta the South

Until they recognize the danger signs

So feel a tingle in your spine

By the way I talk

And it's pimpin' in my blood

You can tell by the way I walk

Ooh, Lord, 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 fucked with

If you see me come around the corner, then duck quick

Perpetrators can suck dick

I tried to tell 'em but they don't want to listen

I tried to shine 'em but they don't want to glisten

While the high hat keeps on tickin'

And the kick drum keep on pumpin'

I'm dumpin on the closest fools

'Cause rules were made to be broken but you can't make broken rules

Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said

Hear what they playin, 'cause through this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead

Call your producers 'cause I'm hurtin these beats

I said it once, I'll say it twice, bitch, Disturbing Tha Peace

Come on

Yeah, folk

The king of the kings has spoken

ATL, shawty

Hood to hood, block to block

We bouta let our nuts hang

Disturbing Tha Peace

We don't die, we multiply

We makin' Def Jam history

Thanks for gettin' the CD, shawty