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Drama County? Drama County.
Peace in my heart, throw peace to the sky.
Pray peace over war, still at peace by my side.
Got a little piece of land, got my piece of the pie.
Piece pie loaded up, gon' chief it on down.
Keep the peace Keep the peace .
Keep the peace or I blow your ass to pieces.
Keep the peace Keep the peace .
Keep the peace or I blow your ass to pieces.
Society's wicked, so many blood shed in the street.
The feds lookin' but the killas shake 'em off like a breeze.
Offerin' peace but still I be tuckin' my
piece to protect family ties and loyalty and respect.
Put a hex on you crooked fake bonin' police, you greasy.
Where the blood treaded seats in the sea of the seat.
I'll be your orthodontist, grindin' your teeth.
I'm on the grind 'cause I chew them demons up in my sleep.
And you gon' feel it in the judgment seat when the truth be told.
Street justice knocks you offa your feet.
Down on your knees, bleedin', there's no mercy believe me.
'Cause the mercy you shown, that's what you gonna see.
Peace in my heart, throw peace to the sky.
Pray peace over war, still a piece by my side.
Got a little piece of land, got my piece of the pie.
Piece pie loaded up, gon' chief it on down.
Keep the peace Keep the peace .
Keep the peace or I blow your ass to pieces.
Keep the peace Keep the peace .
Keep the peace or I blow your ass to pieces.
Lowrider.
B-B-B-Brown town radio.
I have been the peacemaker since 2003.
75% of white rappers wouldn't be shit without me.
And I am not a country rapper, though I pioneered the genre.
I had groupies and money when you were in the back of your mama's Honda.
I wrote Comin' Yo Direction, know my redneck reflections.
In the summers I was raised on a farm, watch where ya steppin'.
We had track hoes, dig holes, and I don't like huntin'.
I'm from Memphis, Tennessee, ain't no beefin', we confrontin'.
Get a knock on your door, get drug out your own bed.
Getto way off in the country with two pistols to your head.
Don't put my name in anything, I don't respond to country lunch meat.
Little white or gangsta rapper, your bummy lyrics can't touch me.
Motherfucker.
Peace in my heart, throw peace to the sky.
Pray peace over war, still at peace by my side.
Got a little piece of land, got my piece of the pie.
Piece pie loaded up, gon' chief it on down.
Keep the peace Keep the peace .
Keep the peace or I blow your ass to pieces.
Keep the peace Keep the peace .
Keep the peace or I blow your ass to pieces.
Same talkin' though I get a peace sign, but for the money make a B-line.
Y'all be sweeter than some key lime, and y'all be movin' like some felines.
Big pussies.
Y'all know it's big show and prove, y'all know the rules, quit lookin'.
And if you tryna put a show on, send the dough hoe and we'll book it.
Look, cash talks.
Goons with me don't back talk.
Since you say you at it pimpin', bitch that 40 will have you leakin' Mac sauce.
Been snappin', new rare y'all been cappin'.
Keep the peace 'cause the piece we keep gonna Swiss cheese that Benz wagon.
We been had it with y'all fakes.
Y'all are real for a long day.
We ain't goin' nowhere but up, don't give a damn what y'all say.
From the hallways to the Hall of Fame, none of y'all gonna compete with it.
Before you go and try to cross that line, just know that my team with it.
Peace in my heart, throw peace to the sky.
Pray peace over war, still at peace by my side.
Got a little piece of land, got my piece of the pie.
Piece pie loaded up, gon' chief it on down.
Keep the peace Keep the peace .
Keep the peace or I blow your ass to pieces.
Keep the peace Keep the peace .
Keep the peace or I blow your ass to pieces.
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