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fresh
Sandy beaches and sunsets 
Atlantic ave posted wit my niggas we all fresh

Summertime in my city and scorching hot
Atlantic Ave poppin cops bring da

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

Hardcore Nights

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

nights in the city)
Word up, don't be out here slippin
You might not get up
(Hardcore nights in the city)
Times is rough
And if it ain't rough it ain't

Young Godz

Shyheim

The Lost Generation

1996

man, you go first son 

I'm Mobb Deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be 
On some thug shit, runnin' wild through New York City 
Bustin' guns rockin'

hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word

Fantastic

Show stoppin emcees

Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket

But

with the thot on the yacht, the Atlantic
Drunk, pissy, looking for the city of Atlantis
Now I'm causing waves, everybody getting frantic
I'm in

the Mediterranean
To the hunchback of Giza

It flew through the sandstorms
Of Sahara's son
It flew on the arms
Of the Atlantic Ocean

It blew past the jungles
Through

My name is Oliver Queen, for 5 years I was stranded
On an island, miles away from the Atlantic
That's what I said when they asked my story
But,

used to sing the blues
In Marvin city, Southeast gave me Inner City Blues
Was in a lose-lose, every day it was the same
Til' Warren Buffet taught me how

Last of a Breed
Still Follow Moral Codes

I'm Captain  For Team
Play an Important Roll

Perfecting These Verses
Or I'm In Chorus Mode

Big City Of Dreams

She keep asking where we going
We gone be there in a minute
I'm a top notch player you can tell by my demeanor
They open up the doors
When we go
Tony

Perfect Match

Cella Dwellas

Realms 'N Reality

1996

was all mine
Shootin' the gift, exchanged digits, the whole nine
Spent about 850 in Atlantic City
After you, boo, my attitude is real sh

Scenery

Free Mumia

KRS-One

KRS-One

1995

Wrapped her up like the arms in a be	-boy stance
Recognize moms I'm one of your sons I'm hip-hop
In the form of Channel Live and KRS-One
Representin MC's

lines off of women’s titties in Atlantic City
I’m not calling her a whore at all but Sally’s selling more seashells by the shore dawg
I Day dream my ex

the lean ate it all alive
Refuse to do otha shit fuck all them supplements Ik my weed always get me high
Underdawg of the city lil niggas can't fuck with me

dedicated to all those who made me
This goes to you
Let's go
Son of Robert and Venita born in 1990
Made it to 2018 and as I look behind me
I ponder, how has

bag full of flows
A pen laced with gold
Suspended, the pull, from, casino, dough
Atlantic city throne, Texas, Hold'em, G.O.A.T.
Sharpen my blade choppin

[Verse 7]

Coming back from the city of Atlantic, it's the hispanic

Causing mad panic, with fat static for ya addict

Automatic, I stick shift quick if

Americana, we’re election victims
Only athletes and hustlers know
The metric system
I’m touched, son of a reverend
I send the tithe, play the round
But I don’t