R.p.m. Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked 

In the pen' gonefittin 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 niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out 

Leave you wet with you chest out 

Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga 

Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga 

Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac 

Me and my bitches all strapped 

Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac 

Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!) 

Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon 

Now with the murderers are known felons 

I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga 

Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga 

Roll for my bitches 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 

Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch 

Put it straight to yo' dome heads 

Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers 

Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa 

It's real real - on the block I been up for days 

I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga 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 shit for hoes and thugs 

In ghettoes and clubs that get crunkfor 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 cocaine 

To my niggaz that ain't hoesif they have to 

They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga 

Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga 

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 shit 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 niggaz 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' motherfuckin shirt off 

Dealers get your work offyou wanna party 

Full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz 

Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz 

I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me 

I'm from the hood South side, West side 

Where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy 

Motown, Pucketown, do or die 

The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta 

One's thug in a chamber 

Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga 

Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga 

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 

Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga 

Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga 

Crush that put it on momma 

On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana 

To the Shawnna and put 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