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Cool Breeze, Kurupt, Gotti
In 1999, that can happen
It will, it will, it will, it will, it
Noize, let's do it, kick it off, c'mon

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, I hear you through your whole house
Mommy, daddy, the TV on
Cool done came out
And time I wear some new sneakers

They be on me
All behind my back like some school
And be for me in the streets
So they can listen to me real

And go and make a [unverified] beat
Now everybody wanna put it
You give 'em one little record
And they think 'bout to run the town

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

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

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

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

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

Is that your
(Is it)
Are you for
You ever through war?
(This nigga)
He up and help you feed folks

was this mothafucka when we was broke?
Now I ain't mean to a nigga
But if I struck a nigga, heh, fuck nigga
Punks ain't made these parts

'Cause over here, got heart
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 [unverified] can eat a fat dick

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

Breeze only 5'7"
But I'll you off quick
And it matter if you 5'11"
I ball before I was cool cut

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

And made his whole click buns
Now every I make a run
My niggas me watch my back
'Cause we know they still want

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

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

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

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

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

We get it
Breeze, 1999

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

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

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

What's up Dr.
Chronic
Organized

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