(feat. Tity Boi, Dolla Boy) [Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)] Here's a little story, bout some niggas like me Never shoulda been let out, the elementary
(feat. Field Mob, Perfect Harmony, Playaz Circl) [Chorus: Sean Jay] This the hardest beat I ever heard That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's
who live ready to ride or die An they don't know, bout them westside, smoked out and they stay high [Jazze] Yeah, I hear you Baby Flex, thas a hot one Tha
set the record straight - this is Lil' Fate, homie Only use if you or don't know me to light up the streets Better watch your words when you talkin' 'bout Disturbing Tha Peace
[Intro] Do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . [Verse: Fate Wilson] (let's do it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it
All rise, order in the court The honorable judge muthafuckin' Too Short Presidin' over Superior Players Court First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson
I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin' Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin' 'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take
s called... [Chorus] Posted... Post in the back, post in the front Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt Post in the window, blowin' tha indo Post with
north niggaz who live ready to ride or die An they don't know, bout them westside, smoked out and they stay high (Jazze) Yeah, I hear you Baby Flex, thas a hot one Tha
Ludacris (MC Medallian) whispers: Man, i cant belive this.. Whole family bout to get kiced out on the strets. I aint got no money, God. Man its gonna
Chorus: Here's a lil'story bout some niccas like we Never should have been let out the elemantary Dolla Boy and I would like to say that im the hardest
a leak on yo' puss ass God damn it, we'll cut the breaks off yo' puss ass Then do a show on Ricki lake on yo' puss ass pussy nigga Disturbin' tha peace
Yeah, I'm on tha block that pistol-play a cold blooded killa/ n*ggas recognize my name/ I-dub, tha young dealer/ you better tell ya' man that wit' tha
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped! [Verse 1] Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... The definition of trillness, outta the South Just that
drankin' and bustin' too And I been thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in, "Oh gurl", they'll be mo' dead 'Causin' confusion, 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