Epgh east Points Greatest Hit Lyrics by Cool Breeze

Epgh east Points Greatest Hit Lyrics

    1 - who raps get weight like grams on triple beams?
    Who got their heart on tapes and cds?
    He rap and she rap, but my rap - the best
    They rap with play raps, and i ain't impressed

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    Cool raps get weight like grams on triple beams
    Cool left with dirt and came back with g's
    Everytime i hit the door, they fly
    Wantin' to know the response of the people
    On the date when my album dropped
    The east point headlines gon' read that
    I ride tracks, like dre high-ride cadillacs
    And came a long way from the country
    Here all in atlanta, and about to make some real money
    And show brothas who a straight lane
    Who got picked at, and talked about
    Who followed me, and now got game
    The first scriptures in the book, they meant
    If you was really from this town and 'bout to do it
    You do your own hits
    See, it was destined that i make a print
    In the earth, so the future knew the lord was makin' much sense
    Now it ain't nothin' that can worry me
    My attitude is free and can see...
    That you can be in hawaii sippin' on that punch
    Buy a house in the morning, get a lexus for lunch
    Sell a million of those samples and those same ol' kicks
    It still take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit

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    Young cool breeze ain't never did time
    When the foes went to raid, i was home writing rhymes
    Representin' the south forever, put raps together
    Hit 'em with the salt, then come the pepper
    You see, i represent the field
    And only a few from the east and the west gon' really keep it real
    And it's like a lot of them gon' start dissin'
    But we'll make money, sell records
    And serve 'em up like competition
    And i be the first to crank up the spot
    Say you don't know nothin' 'bout the south
    And atlanta ain't no mariott
    I seen a lot of brothas get they turn
    And the way they act?
    Respect gon' be given when respect be earned
    Me and my boys grew up listenin' to y'all songs
    If we can't be off city poppin' lip, we be dead wrong
    So i just check for your release date
    And if it's bumpin' and you snappin', i'll pick it up
    Cuz i don't city hate
    See, it ain't all about who you run with
    Or the trap that you just can't front, got the biggest bricks
    Or who you and your boys run and get
    It just take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit

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    "heart..."

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