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Luciano

Pauly C.

Briand

Freddie

Brothers



Dungeon Family

Dungeon Family



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There's some rules on these streets that we all go by

Dope on these streets that you don't buy

Girls in these streets that you let walk by

People on these streets that you don't try            (2x)



[ VERSE 1: Lucky Calhoun ]

I got this hook-up with a Jamaican, he got that fire-fire

Roll it up, fold it up, now everybody sky high

Certain people that you don't try

Certain things that you don't buy

Listen, live: never try to make that fast sale

Cause when you do, you be on Right Street makin bail

When you ride, you better ride clean

Don't put no work in your pocket, leavin stains in them Calhoun jeans

We livin life, and it's hard knocks

Some of y'all pushin weed, some of y'all pushin straight rocks

That's why we Organized and run with a team

When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some cream

Lookin out for girls that be tryin to scheme

Wipe out the fakes, start some triple beam

So if you know a hustler, don't even cross that line

When you get caught up, go and do your time



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[ VERSE 2: Pauly Calhoun ]

Now my brother told me, 'Never sit with your back to the do'

Re-up, not when you out, but when you start gettin low

Play your game, maintain, and watch who you playin

Look them laws dead in they eyes, and tell em you ain't seen a thing'

Me and my folks on top, we run these blocks

We pay the President, the government, plus them dirty cops

Pauly Calhoun, livin million-dollar dreams

Now spendin the most, we represent the South Coast

With some utility trucks, blast them 'Greatest Hit'

Co-pilot, most dangerous gator mouth pit

Cause we some hustlin pros, never missin a beat

And we'll match any price if you find it this cheap

Trump tight, love hundred-dollar bills

Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are sealed



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[ VERSE 3: Briand Calhoun ]

Location unknown somewhere in the woods

Right back in the smoke stack, fire burnin goods

Ain't nothin goin on but sackin this hay, and stackin this pape'

Huh, we're loaded up, and we'll be on our way

See, the last out the blocks is the left-overs

We in a LX 470, bein trailed by a Rover

Tryin to figure out who's 12th time snitchin n this click, and 

Inside scoops got my partner pinched for a chicken

See a hit, dog, I holler

When it gets tight around the collar

Never talk for a dollar

Rules of a Calhoun scholar



The rules 

That's right

Gotta know the rules

Check it out



[ VERSE 4: Cool Breeze a/k/a Freddie Calhoun ]

There's two things I was taught when I first got here

When East Point was nothin but a big dirt hill

That when you fight one-on-one, never pull a pistol

And you never put your hands on a Calhoun sister

Now these the type of things you know that's right

It's like extra-player points, so live your life

Now he said he heard my tape the other day, when he was walkin

It wasn't really like I was rappin, it was more like I was talkin

I said, "Well damn, playboy, I don't mean to be braggin

But your girl wasn't really suckin, it was more like she was gaggin"

Why he naggin, he ain't never showed no love

Man, every since I knew him, he always been a scrub

So I stepped to him, and he wouldn't hit me

Cause he knew I'd leave and come back and have the whole East Point with me

So don't you think for once he took my heart

Cause the table at my crib was a ??true Indian art??



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It's the Calhouns