Testi musica canzoni

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...