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Cook Barbara - E.P.G.H 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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