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Cool Breeze, Kurupt, young
In 1999, anything that can
It will, it will, it will, it will, it
Organized Noize, let's do it, it off, c'mon

Cool Breeze, young Gotti, Organized
We gon' bust your mothafuckin' open
No haters allowed, no allowed
Uh, no haters allowed, no, no haters

Cool Breeze, I heard you was a fool
Ah yeah, all 'em see me hit 'em
Wanna get blown from my room to my bed
Ya what I said?

Don't come here again, changin' the game, re-arrangin'
I'm my name
Since I shot up the party, I'm 2 shotty Gotti
Like a fuck, hold 'em up, nigga wha
I'm pressin' it homie, I the pistol whistling homie

Stashin' it nigga, cocked back, blastin' it
Be silent, you can hear the falls tricklin'
ridiculous homie, why the fuck you up on me?
That's how lay in caskets nigga

what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your with the sawed off pump
Fool,

Hey, I hear you screamin' through your house
Mommy, daddy, the TV on
Cool Breeze came out
And every time I wear some new

be hatin' on me
All behind my back like some teachers
And be checkin' for me in the
So they can to me real good

And go and make a that beat
Now wanna put it down
You give 'em one little deal
And they think they to run the town

And they album start to get a buzz
Every time you turn around, you see 'em all up in a club
I think they too much ever body
They try to spit one at me, and we end up spittin' one at

It ain't no plan the hitman
He bust ten bars, bust back with hands
So keep your dial and stay tuned
And when you be down in Atlanta, be down the Calhoun's

Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your with the sawed off pump
Fool,

Fool what, we get it
Comin' through hood with the sawed off pump
what, we get it crunk
Comin' through hood with the sawed off pump
Fool,

No, no haters
No, no allowed
No, no allowed
No, no allowed

Is your homeboy?
(Is it)
Are you for
You ever been war?
(This nigga)
He up and you feed your folks

Where was this mothafucka we was broke?
Now I ain't mean to a nigga
But if I struck a nigga, heh, that nigga
Punks ain't made around these

'Cause over here, everybody got
The homie C O L, nigga, B-R double E Z-E
When I E-E MC E-E, bitch, all hoes is out to get rich
And all y'all [unverified] can eat a fat

Mean and my niggas, we got that get
When we fall through the club, we make everybody get
know about the dirty south
I'mma ask you one time, then you gettin' your back out

Cool only 5'7"
But break you off quick
And it matter if you 5'11"
I played before I was cool cut

used to call me, "Don't drop"
'Cause I ain't nothin'
One time I up and pulled a gun
And this dough boy down

And made his whole make buns
Now time I make a run
My niggas tell me my back
'Cause we know they still some

Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your hood the sawed off pump
what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
Fool,

what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
Fool,

Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
what, we get it crunk
Comin' your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool,

what, we get it crunk
Comin' through hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it
Comin' through hood with the sawed off pump
Fool,

We get it
Comin' through your with a sawed off pump

We get it
Cool Breeze,

No haters
No, no haters
(Cool Breeze, 1999)
No, no haters
No, no haters
(Kurupt, Gotti, 1999)

No, no haters
No, no allowed
(Yeah, 1999)
No, no allowed
No, no haters
(Y2K)

No, no haters
No, no haters
No, no allowed

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