Mr. DJ - E.P.G.H. (East Points Greatest Hit) 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 Repeat 1 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 were straight lame 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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 "Heart..."