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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And when album start to get a buzz
Every you turn around, you see 'em posted all up in a club
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 bust ten bars, bust back with both
So keep dial locked and stay tuned
And when you be in Atlanta, be down with the Calhoun's

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

Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your hood with the off pump
Fool what, we get it
Comin' through your 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 been through war?
(This nigga)
He up and help you feed folks

Where was this mothafucka when we was
Now I mean to offend a nigga
But if I a nigga, heh, fuck that nigga
Punks ain't made these parts

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

and my niggas, we got that get back
When we through the club, we make everybody get back
Niggas know about the dirty
ask you one time, then you gettin' your back slammed out

Cool Breeze 5'7"
But I'll break you off
And it don't if you 5'11"
I played before I was cool cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

We get it
Breeze, 1999

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

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

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

What's up Dr.
Chronic
Organized

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