Disturbing Tha Peace Rpm Lyrics

Rpm Lyrics

"R.P.M."
(feat. Twista)

[Shawnna]
Shawnna kick hot sh*t for bit*hes 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 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 f**kin with a villian never spill a nigga
f**k that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my bit*hes 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 f**k a nigga, cop the floppin nigga
Roll for my bit*hes 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**kers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bit*h
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you f**kin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherf**kers 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 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]
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 cocaine
To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to
they will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga
Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherf**ker 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 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 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' motherf**kin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party 
full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz
Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz

[Chorus]

[Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot sh*t for bit*hes up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
where niggaz'll put a motherf**kin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherf**kin 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
f**k a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga
Chi about to show the motherf**kers 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!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]