1 - Who raps get weight like grams on triple beams?
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Who got their heart on tapes and CDs?
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He rap and she rap, but my rap - the best
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They rap with play raps, and I ain't impressed
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Cool raps get weight like grams on triple beams
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Cool left with dirt and came back with G's
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Everytime I hit the door, they fly
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Wantin' to know the response of the people
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On the date when my album dropped
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The East Point headlines gon' read that
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I ride tracks, like Dre high-ride Cadillacs
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And came a long way from the country
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Here all in Atlanta, and about to make some real money
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And show brothas who a straight lane
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Who got picked at, and talked about
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Who followed me, and now got game
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The first scriptures in the book, they meant
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If you was really from this town and 'bout to do it
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You do your own hits
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See, it was destined that I make a print
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In the earth, so the future knew the Lord was makin' much sense
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Now it ain't nothin' that can worry me
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My attitude is free and can see...
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That you can be in Hawaii sippin' on that punch
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Buy a house in the morning, get a Lexus for lunch
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Sell a million of those samples and those same ol' kicks
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It still take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit
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Young Cool Breeze ain't never did time
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When the foes went to raid, I was home writing rhymes
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Representin' the south forever, put raps together
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Hit 'em with the salt, then come the pepper
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You see, I represent the field
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And only a few from the east and the west gon' really keep it real
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And it's like a lot of them gon' start dissin'
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But we'll make money, sell records
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And serve 'em up like competition
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And I be the first to crank up the spot
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Say you don't know nothin' 'bout the south
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And Atlanta ain't no Mariott
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I seen a lot of brothas get they turn
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And the way they act?
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Respect gon' be given when respect be earned
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Me and my boys grew up listenin' to y'all songs
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If we can't be off city poppin' lip, we be dead wrong
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So I just check for your release date
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And if it's bumpin' and you snappin', I'll pick it up
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Cuz I don't city hate
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See, it ain't all about who you run with
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Or the trap that you just can't front, got the biggest bricks
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Or who you and your boys run and get
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It just take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit
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"Heart..."
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E.P.G.H. (East Points Greatest Hit)
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| Cool Breeze |
