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Ludacris

Southern Fried Intro

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[Verse 1]
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin` 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 gettin` that cake
Two times for my dawgs pullin` triggers
And my niggaz 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&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock `n` roll
The most creative, original, got `em takin` 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 puttin` rappers in the ground
Wit` 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 Disturbin` the Peace! (C`mon)

Man! This Disturbin` Tha Peace shit 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 tv, 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 nigga thing he is?

[Verse 2]
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 fucked with
If you see me comin` `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 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, biatch, 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 dont die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam history
Thanks for gettin` the CD shawty!

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