เนื้อเพลง R.P.M. - Disturbing Tha Peace

[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]