| Million dollas for a hit man
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| Hit man, hit man
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| Gotta represent, noise, noise, noise
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| What if your re-up was in this bag?
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| In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
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| And left it up by Six Flags (hit man)
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| My whole family full of? |
| Hetland? |
| hustlas
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| Now tell your momma ya’ll ready to move again
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| Cuz we ain’t nothin' but trouble
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| My auntie say that I don’t pay attention
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| And call the law when she drink
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| And think that that’s gon' make me listen
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| Man, I got cousins from the Dirty South
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| Who’ll walk up to this police car
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| Open the door and let me out (hit man)
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| Me and my family got the most game
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| Just to get close to me, brothers come around
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| And repeat my slang
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| I run this town just like Michael Jordan
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| Everytime I say wassup
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| My whole click say «JUST EAST POINT!»
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| Brothers come around, givin' us pounds
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| Cuz our family own land in this town
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| Man, you could be Black with a acc
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| Who got a boat full of smack
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| And you wouldn’t sell a sack
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| (Witchdoctor)
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| 1 — We ain’t nothin' but some (hit men)
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| 50 thousand for a (hit man)
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| Tell the DJ, spin a (hit man)
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| East Points greatest (hit man)
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| All the ladies need a (hit man)
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| Dungeon Family, we da (hit men)
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| We drop nothin' but them (hit men)
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| Get down with a (hit man)
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| Cool Breeze we right here with you, and we gon' blast with you
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| Uhh, I was born doin' this hot season
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| Sellin' authentic bloodline, sent to earth to bust rhymes
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| Similar to a machine gun
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| See I fiend and seek funds
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| Be chiefin' like it’s the last one (hit man)
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| Blast one car jacker to smitherines
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| If he pull the gat on you first
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| Give him everything but your dreams
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| Atlanta bound, homebase, 2 over
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| We give chase back to the beats
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| Passin' by the police in the streets
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| Georgia on my mind
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| All the peaches to nibble on
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| Back on the grind when all your figures gone
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| Check this out, run with the gat, ya put the clip in it
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| Ah ah, then you check money for the slip in it
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| The world is on fire, sin is murder for hire
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| Whatever evil shit you desire
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| Easy a chameleon, forever changin'
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| Over colors, no more bangin'
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| You wanna keep dead bodies from danglin' on the hit man
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| Three brothers like Backbone…
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| We ain’t nothing but some (hit man)
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| Hundred thousand for a (hit man)
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| Tell the DJ play a (hit man)
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| East Point’s Greatest (hit man)
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| All the ladies need a (hit man)
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| Dungeon Family the (hit man)
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| 30 million for a (hit man)
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| It don’t stop cause (hit man)
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| SWATS GA
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| Through the back door
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| It’s front street shorty
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| With mister Freddie Calhoun the hustla
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| Bringin' pain to these suckers
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| Off the top of the dock, wet you up like fluid
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| Slick, slow down, cuz we do really get to it 'round here
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| Down here it get hot, see I’m born and bred
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| 'Til I’m dead, gon' be swat, like it or not
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| It’s on 24, like the clock, tick tock
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| Convertible tops, Cavarsier on the rocks
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| Potna, this chrome get the attention
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| Don’t ask me no questions
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| You drop your books, you lose your lessons
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| Son, this Dungeon Family
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| You understandin' me?
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| Act like you seen this
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| We on the greenest, I mean this
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| Whatever you feel gone, let it off
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| We amped up and ready to set it off
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| Sound off, sound off, sound off
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| Come on now you see 'em bangin (hit man)
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| All day everyday we got them (hit man)
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| Understand? |
| Ricky Ray got them (hit man)
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| Huh? |
| Ricky Ray got them (hit man)
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| Sleepy Brown got them (hit man)
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| Huh? |
| We ain’t nothing but some (hit man)
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| Goodie Mob got them (hit man)
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| The OUT got them (hit man)
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| Outkasts got them (hit man)
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| Cool Breeze, Witchdoctor, Lil Will (hit man)
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| Come on come on come on come on come on (hit man)
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| Infinity (hit man) |