R.P.M. - Disturbing Tha Peace feat Twista, Shawnna

Shawnna kick hot sh_t for b_tches 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 n_ggaz run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer n_ggaz realer n_ggaz have a n_gga fill a never realer n_gga
Drill a n_gga f_ckin with a villian never spill a n_gga
F_ck that! N_gga bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my b_tches all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a n_gga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
N_ggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a n_gga drop a n_gga rock a n_gga shock a n_gga
Lock a n_gga f_ck a n_gga, cop the floppin n_gga
Roll for my b_tches 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
Motherf_ckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on b_tch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you f_ckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - n_ggaz that with them real motherf_ckers 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 n_gga 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 kick hot sh_t 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 c_caine
To my n_ggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to
they will steal a n_gga touch a n_gga check a n_gga cut a n_gga
Pull the trigger bust a n_gga, yellow motherf_cker n_gga
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 sh_t 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 n_ggaz 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' motherf_ckin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
full of hustle n_ggaz killer n_ggaz gangsta n_ggaz chill n_ggaz
Baller n_ggaz thug n_ggaz player haters real n_ggaz


I'ma kick hot sh_t for b_tches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
where n_ggaz'll put a motherf_ckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherf_ckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a n_gga stick a n_gga put him in a ditch and then forget a n_gga
Hit a n_gga puck a n_gga little with the rocker n_gga
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
f_ck a n_gga bust a n_gga Shawnna never love a n_gga
Chi about to show the motherf_ckers how to rush a n_gga
Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana
"Twista and Shawnna gonna throw 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]

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