Southern Fried Intro

(专辑： Chicken N Beer - 2003)

[Intro]
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 something 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 yall

[Verse 1]
The incredible, untouchable nigga spitting venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the corner
Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be getting that cake
Two times for my dawgs pulling triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flipping 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
Dropping lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stopping, 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 taking subliminal
[Boom boom] 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 everytime I rhyme I'm putting rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they running 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 the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! This Disturbing Tha Peace shit getting on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doing shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these skreets
And then my broad, my kid walking around singing 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 saying, we real
Who this nigga thing he is?

[Verse 2]
I'ma house hold name, wit' game spitting 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 pimping 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 calling shots
And I'm not to be fucked with
If you see me coming 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on ticking
And the kick drum keep on pumping, I'm dumping on the closest fools
Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules
Hear what I'm saying or heard what I said
Hear what they playing, cuz thru this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, cuz I'm hurting these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbing 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!
Disturbing Tha Peace!
We dont die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam history
Thanks for getting the CD shawty!