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

[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]

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

[Chorus]

[Shawnna]

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

[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]

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

[Chorus]

[Shawnna]

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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