Disturbed

(Hook 1 x2)

Mentally dis-turbed

Crooked thoughts keep running through, my head

Got me disturbed (Got me disturbed)

[Verse 1]

They say I'm mentally, dis-turbed

Ya heard

Still I kill 'em softly

With nothing but words

Nouns, pronouns, adjectives and, verbs

Still perch on the curb, dogg

Ain't nothing changed

Except these

Muthaf**kas dipping all in my business

Trying to steal my thangs

Ain't gotta say no names

Nigga you made your stand

Burn up

So turn up the volume on that fat bitch

Cuz you done played your hand

Now I'm bout to fade your man

On the deal

That's how we do it where we dwell

Set the stage

And page Fortnum to bring the hell

They'll never see it coming

Cuz they running

From the wrong thang

See we got bait

So sit back and wait, nigga

And collect the change

Still want to bang

I will go get it

I'ma slam a beer, nigga

And dat my f**king career

You don't know what to do with it

I'm like a jewel with it

With longevity

Coo Coo Cal, muthaf**ka

AKA, nigga

Calvin Bellamy

Slick muthaf**kas done hit a nerve, nigga

They claim I'm sick

But still bumping my shit

And riding my dick

So that makes me disturbed

(Hook 2)

Feeling disturbed

Got some thangs on my mind

Like the walls is closing

And I'm outta time (Mentally dis-turbed)

Need some time to think

Too much chess going on

My mind is blank

But I gotta hold on

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[Verse 2]

They claiming I done lost my mind, nigga

And lost my grind

But my rhymes designed, nigga

Strictly for the struggle

F**k a flosser sign

Even though it calls for mine

We keeping it real, shit

Still up in the ghetto

With the fellows, nigga

Toting 'em, still

See it's bout dollar bill

And that's all

Black greedy

Fat hogs

Stumping up through your city

With them stacks, y'all

And we coming in 'llacs, dogg

With pipe guns

Paint, flipping

Got niggaz tripping

Cuz we got the right touch

And don't really like much

Cuz that's how Steelo

Get money

Our conversaion broadcast on your station, nigga

F**k a kilo

Where we go, we mobbing

And any

Muthaf**ka standing in my path, dogg

We robbing

We can forget get you, dogg

Cuz niggaz fishy

Might find 'em

Stanking in a, muthaf**kin alley

Smelling up your city

Punk bitches done hit a nerve

But still

Bumping my shit

Riding my dick

So that makes me disturbed

(Hook 2)

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