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Yeah, it's fulton county
In the woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads
We done went back down the street
And stayed from the concrete treads

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Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you betta not squeal
Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill

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Verse one: cool breeze

Ay, ay, i used to kick the back do' down with the chrome
Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, it's like the leash still on
(freeze!) i hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when i speak
Get my money, then i'm out, back at the embassy suites
I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin but admit
I'm east pointe's greatest hit, she all on my stick
On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason
She work at the parisian, and this is polo season
Bam, with them calhouns, high-tops for my feet
Outfit ain't missin nuttin like brandy, peep
That's how us headland hustlers ball
Next stop gonna be greenbriar mall

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Verse 2: gipp

Stay in the streets like a herby curby
Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy
96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
Left you where you started shinin shins, under them skirts
At the airport, gipp cruise the hood
Like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party

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Verse 3: khujo

You know we don't use the goodie name to pack they function
At the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied
Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good
Ain't nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn
How to pick up an alexander graham bell, for she get gripped
Get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm
Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins
One main pain was for soldiers to feel
Warriors don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in georgia
The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters
Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-earl
Cause she want to do what men do

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Verse 4: t-mo, cee-lo

How i wish, you was the last fish, i would have to catch
It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea
Of goddesses, from the swat it is
A poor playa with skills to build nations of people
Not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball
While others get manipulated and fall
Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo' first
To cash in your v-club, is it really love
That you feel for her, you a betta man than me
To think i can't keep a girl that i like around me
And so there's many that await, stay after plate
My stomach full after i take a pull

Yeah, uh-huh, many gon' come, many gon' go
Some thinkin, i'ma overwhelm, fuck the foes
Some wanna little time, wanna conversate
Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate
Some bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate
Your girl and i all playin the game, y'all just don't play the same
Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty lo be
At a piece of being broken for emotion at f-o-e's
So she know it's gon' be a strike three
But you gotta strike two, huh
But at the damn i could find another just like you
At the damm i could find another just like you
Huh, goodnight boo

[backbone]
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva like wheatstraw
Stuck servin my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
But i make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life like shakin the dice, but i buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

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I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin
"hootie hoo!" when we see cops

[big boi]
Sheyit
Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players
When they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money you spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed
And all the chicken
Feedin everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke though they was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up yo' suspension
And your baby mamma on child support
My fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checkin account
Wasn't thinkin about no pension
I used to work at steak 'n' ale, old gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated
Now i got the whole rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so i made it
Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got this new policy
Three strikes and you're ruined.. now where your crew at?
Yeah..

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[cool breeze]
Ay
Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs
We better watch what we doin, and look out for joe nab
And quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot
Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow
But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo'
You can't be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work with that little you got
So i think when i finish sellin my last sack
I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinkin bout a path to pave

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