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Song title: Disturbing Tha Peace - N.S.E.W.

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Just get on down [8x]

[Chorus]

North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West [4x]

Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice
 Throw up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool
 So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause I bust that shit'it
 Dump that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it
 Through the Chi like North, North, South, South
 Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth
 In the East, East, West, West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest
 Cause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter
 Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka
 Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas
 Back in the bricks wit that good

[Chorus]

Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp
 All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at)
 Yeeah, I got them hos, I got them O's, I got Air phones for those hos
 And yeeah, I got white phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floor
 So get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take course
 Got dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, Whippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport
 See if you got 16's, I will make that pliz'ay
 And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys

East side, whole Masterfield rainbow
 Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow
 Good wood, not wastin that payroll
 Five hos trapped, boys got rapers
 My size got air nigga rep that
 We ride, rock sells and I bet that
 Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch
 Let a nigga know that his head I will bust quick
 Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout
 Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot
 Gimme head while I'm bustin that two track
 It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back
 Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book
 Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk
 If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though
 2-0 represent East side ho

[Chorus]

Hell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to (what, what)
 Tupac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!)
 Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)
 Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that
 (they thought it couldn't happen)
 They blastin and screamin, we ain't friends, ain't no need to pretend
 (Shawty!) Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend
 His brains was left leakin while his body got cold
 Now it's y'all life that y'all owe
 Time to even the score, case closed

[Chorus (2x)]
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