Lyrics:
they swappin'
It's sloppy, it's slimy (slimy)
It's ratchet, it's grimey (ooh)
I'm sinnin', I'm winnin' (winnin')
I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman)
Hit
dough, never snitch hood nigga principles and
byebye live by and die by nigga
even when im finger fuckin hoes finga on tha trigger
diamonds in ma crucifix
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
Like she Tom Brady
I said put me in
But don't play me
She said you kinda funny
I said funny enough to get you to love me
She said you hear this hit
50
that live by the
Code of blood honor my Flipmode niggas, ha
Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme
Here to hit you motherfuckers with
A strike
to be it
Well are you prepared
I hope you are prepared nigga
'Cause you know this is album number two
Yes more bitches than before
There'll be more
Check just in, NSYNC
Chest, hit his lid, don't blink
I could turn this shit into somethin' you won't believe
Crip nigga rollin' up my weed
Man, I was
that win
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches, more furs to drag
More niggas to kill and birds to bag
Hit the jeweler
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
to that, I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when he's plugging Lethal in his fucking ass
Just gimme one more chance, Britney hit me one more time
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
you act right
By the end of the night
You might get the candy
With the South Side boss Twist that spinach
Put fire on the end of the
Bitch and let me
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
correct
Anyway, one, two, three, go!
Coming this March
A new album by 2190
Follow him on Youtube and Spotify!
To get notified when the new album comes out
the hand's that feed's you bye Felicia
Poured gas on the bridge ain't cross through bye Felicia
Told her bye bye bye skrilla NSYNC
It's like her love make me
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
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,
a headache, like yankin domes with a straightening comb
When our bread brake, articles of artists who aren't as hard yo'
Partners by fathers, regardless they
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
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
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
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