E.P.G.H. (East Points Greatest Hit)

1 - Who raps get weight like grams on triple beams?<br> Who got their heart on tapes and CDs?<br> He rap and she rap, but my rap - the best<br> They rap with play raps, and I ain`t impressed<br><br>Repeat 1<br><br>Cool raps get weight like grams on triple beams<br>Cool left with dirt and came back with G`s<br>Everytime I hit the door, they fly<br>Wantin` to know the response of the people<br>On the date when my album dropped<br>The East Point headlines gon` read that<br>I ride tracks, like Dre high-ride Cadillacs<br>And came a long way from the country<br>Here all in Atlanta, and about to make some real money<br>And show brothas who a straight lane<br>Who got picked at, and talked about<br>Who followed me, and now got game<br>The first scriptures in the book, they meant<br>If you was really from this town and `bout to do it<br>You do your own hits<br>See, it was destined that I make a print<br>In the earth, so the future knew the Lord was makin` much sense<br>Now it ain`t nothin` that can worry me<br>My attitude is free and can see...<br>That you can be in Hawaii sippin` on that punch<br>Buy a house in the morning, get a Lexus for lunch<br>Sell a million of those samples and those same ol` kicks<br>It still take a ol` school hustla with a greatest hit<br><br>Repeat 1<br>Repeat 1<br><br>Young Cool Breeze ain`t never did time<br>When the foes went to raid, I was home writing rhymes<br>Representin` the south forever, put raps together<br>Hit `em with the salt, then come the pepper<br>You see, I represent the field<br>And only a few from the east and the west gon` really keep it real<br>And it`s like a lot of them gon` start dissin`<br>But we`ll make money, sell records<br>And serve `em up like competition<br>And I be the first to crank up the spot<br>Say you don`t know nothin` `bout the south<br>And Atlanta ain`t no Mariott<br>I seen a lot of brothas get they turn<br>And the way they act?<br>Respect gon` be given when respect be earned<br>Me and my boys grew up listenin` to y`all songs<br>If we can`t be off city poppin` lip, we be dead wrong<br>So I just check for your release date<br>And if it`s bumpin` and you snappin`, I`ll pick it up<br>Cuz I don`t city hate<br>See, it ain`t all about who you run with<br>Or the trap that you just can`t front, got the biggest bricks<br>Or who you and your boys run and get<br>It just take a ol` school hustla with a greatest hit<br><br>Repeat 1<br>Repeat 1<br><br>"Heart..."