Lyrics:
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N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
correct
Anyway, one, two, three, go!
Coming this March
A new album by 2190
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Bro no gay shit bro
No gay shit at all but
There's not a day that goes by
When I'm not
When I'm like
Yo when is this nigga going to drop
This album I
Hit Tha Top
They Know We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
[Fabolous:]
U Kno I Keep That Wite Girl, Lindsay Lohan
17.5 If Ya Friends A Snowman
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
Real girls getting down and you throwing it up
It's like getting your girl in the v.i.p.
First time with a fake i.d.
Let me hit you like ooo
Ooo I gotta
for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin' this
Feelin' out of place 'cause, man, do I miss
A pen
Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost three thirty five
No
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
to get by
Well the P.D.'s they won't play the record
They're too worried about that book
And the D.J's they all hate the song
But they're in love with
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
on the whole album, like shit boy
John like, "Go 'head mo", I'm from MoCo Maryland
Yeah, aight, we finna get it like this, here we go
301 stand up
Work a job
tour, dog, I cleaned house
They mad I made it, I'm so conceited
Feeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduated
After album five, I got syndicated, you
I've been gone
539 days it's been long
I got game and I got bars
I swerve around and I crash cars
On the way to school I don't hit pause
Keep
knowing that man I sung all of "April Showers" a verse on "All Alone"
A verse on "5 Steps" and about half the songs on the album but that's cool y'all
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
nigga keep playing look
At my space ship cast like tantrum
5 yeah old tantrum
She told me not hit once but twice
Just to say good night Everyone outside
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
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