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Ludacris presents Disturbing tha Peace
01. Intro
02. Georgia
03. Put Ya Hands Up
04. Word on the Street (skit)
05. Gettin' Some
06. Come See Me
07. Break a Nigga Off
08. Skit
09. I'll Be Around
10. Sweet Revenge
11. DTP for Life
12. Two Miles an Hour (remix)
13. Table Dance
14. That's My Shit
15. You Ain't Got Enough
16. Family Affair
17. Blood in the Air
God shit!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
It's over, nothing is over

Waking up to a red sky, it's nothing new
When the blood it flows free from me to you
A gentle breeze it may kiss my skin
But that may be once and breathe again

I soon woke up under the red sky
But the girl across the bar just caught my eye
And spending cash becomes expected
But she'll feel so disrespected
'Cause I'm not buying the game that you're selling
I'm not hearing the lies that you're telling
When the lesson is learned, the truth will set you free
Don't fuck with the lazy E-Y-E

[Chorus: Elias Soriano & (Travie McCoy)
She will taste blood in the air
Close my eyes and walk away from there

She will taste blood in the air
And I'll walk away, take a deep breath, my dear

Oh, you done messed up, you confessed but

It ain't workin', man, she still hurt, man
From this point, that relationship's Deathstroke
Dead in the bed, got her head effed up
She tried to leave, you beg her to stay, shouldn't have did that

Now she'll stay there 'cause she wants some get back
You come home, she gone, dang, where my chick at?
She in the club lookin' like, "Where the dick at?"
Wanna fix that, nip that in the bud
Hit the club, hit the door, pick a better ho

Hell no, nigga never pour two keys for the ho
It's time for more, let it burn, let it go!

You choose a path and hope it takes me home
Or cuts new roads for me to sing
But why am I still here? Do we stand alone
Or are we rats in this game, dogs of industry?

She will taste blood in the air
Close my eyes and walk away from there
She will taste blood in the air
And I'll walk away, take a deep breath, my dear

Uh, I wanna apologize for sizing your ass up
In them seven jeans that's huggin' your thighs
The love in your eyes turned into grudges
Your Maybelline turned to make-up smudges

I was determined to make up for this

Love that I had for your lusciousness
I knew that this would crush me, but luckily
The thug in me overcomes me and interrupts abruptly
I never go on this way, how can I be responsible for
Incomparable ways?
Get off my case, the case is lost, too many women walking my way
You'd better off just walking away

Waking up to a red sky, it's nothing new
When the blood it flows free from me to you