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Hey I remember when I came came
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I didn't have to ask nobody in the streets to scream my name name
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'Cause we got a lock on this whole city
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And got a key to the Dirty South and the South coast now play with me
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So bring your semi thirty art thirty
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If you put your hands on a Calhoun player it's gon' get dirty dirty
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And everybody trying to claim boss
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But that's just talk you don't really wanna turn these mics off
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They trying to slick us with our own slang
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Using our words like back and forth, just calling us up out our name
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See and for that they gonna pay, pay
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Everything they did in one week, I'ma do in one day
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You can say that it's about to start
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Don't call us rappers, 'cause nowadays a rapper ain't considered smart
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So I just stay away from those haters
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And anybody in my clique who roll with me, you a Creator
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So it's like, who do you believe in
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Just like the hustler came back once, the clock is gon' strike twelve again
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And I'm most requested in my old hood
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>From Martel to Springdale, and all through Club Candlewood
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You can ask Cool Cane or Dre-High
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Either Po-boy, Dirty Red, or they ?gon' cut? I'm fire, fire
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And they consider me that raw, raw
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And your partners where you represent they say you got that flaw, flaw
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And Cool Breeze, he got that hard, hard
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And ain't nobody taking nothing, and don't want nothing to start, start
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So when I'm riding through the hood, hood
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They respect me when they see me, 'cause they know I got that good, good
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[Chorus X2]
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That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
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>From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD
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That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
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>From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD
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And can't nobody touch my team, team
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Just like EJ from Southwest ATL, my partner got that green, green
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And we gon' come through kicking the most game
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Taking fo' sho' routes, and pointing out the lane, lanes
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So when you come and you ride through
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It won't be no mystery, who everybody listening to
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That's right, 'cause all we do is stack, stack
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And Organize this Noize, and everybody know that
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Plus we testing out this new sound
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Everybody done put down, now we breaking up some new ground
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'Cause we serve 'em up that real, real
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And be forever Dirty South, in this place we live, live
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That's what make the brothers hawk, hawk
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Trying to step up and showcase, all that is is talk, talk
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See Cool Breeze, he ain't your fool, fool
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So don't ask me no questions, like what makes me so cool, cool
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They'd rather see me in the Chain Gang
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Than rolling a V-12, riding on them thang, thangs
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I get respect out to Alabama
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To the West Coast to the East, then right back to Atlanta
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And that's how we keep it tight, tight
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I come through busting the door first, the we ship it out the same night
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So when I'm riding through the hood, hood
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They respect me when they see me, 'cause they know I got that good, good
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[Chorus X4]
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That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
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From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD
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That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
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From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD
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Good Good
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Cool Breeze |