R.P.M. Disturbing tha Peace (Ft. Ludacris, Shawnna & Twista)

[Verse 1: Shawnna]
Shawnna, kick hot shit for bitches
That got they baby daddies locked in the pen gone
Fittin' to rot, cause he did wrong, run up on the cops
And he hit 'em with the Glock, left his wig home
Sellin' rock on the big phone
In the projects, niggas run up on your set
With the tech' out, leave you wet with your chest out
Killer niggas, realer niggas, have a nigga
Feel a never realer nigga
Drill a nigga, fuckin' with a villain, never spill a nigga
Fuck that! Nigga bust back
We in the 'Lac, 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!)
Niggas I'm with, they put the fifth to your whole melon
I'm with the murderers and 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 in the Chi', like to put it yo' eye
If it's on, bitch, put it straight to you, don't miss
Now you fuckin' with them gangsters, ballers, hoes
Hustlers, bangers, niggas that with them real motherfuckers
Like whoa!