Royal Flush - War lyrics

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Royal Flush - War lyrics

[Royal Flush] Flush is ready for combat, bust gats You really want to f** wit this tough cat? Get smacked Cuz I ain't scared of sh** in this world, black My 44 impact will solve that, all of that Basically off top, just give me mines and get dropped By the same kids, that shot the cops inside the coke spot Oh well, gettin drunk, another story to tell New York is like prison, Q Borough's my cell Would be by clientele, you fail to realize it's real Wit ma** appeal, let the blood spill Don't even see his grill, what the deal? An overdose of taft, be the n***a a** Only out for cash, master Mayan staff And in my lab, shorty naked countin cash Whip a '96 Path, and put the gun inside the smash Livin everyday like it's my last, takin 5 pulls and pa** Guarantee to blast in this game, wit no shame Cape chain, ice wrist, wit flooded fist Drivin is some plush sh**, exotic b**hes s**in my dick It's like a mob flick, speakin on some mob sh** Some marvelous, the God is confident The black arsonist that's always startin sh** [many people talkin] [Royal Flush] Who's to blame? Man or c**aine? This world is insane Drama remain, codefendant hold me down in the game Smokin weed wit different names, wet ya crew like rain And rep in my hood, you knew that I would, blow up ya act, vigga Quick to school a n***a, you be you, blow a trigga And he lost his finger, blow him in his spine, make him cripple Distribute, whole entire world, drug related is the issue A lot of n***as say I talk too much about my pistol You f**in right I do, you talkin I murder you Push up convertible, we runnin international While tech's hara**in you, they wild like animals You never know what to do, 'fore they challenge you Domain'll stand still, the way I feel, you got the tray cases This the tray 8, whatever it takes, I gots to escape [more people talkin] [Royal Flush] I declare war, sensitive n***as that can't score Break jaws, outlaw n***a you die for But keep it raw, spark up a war, f** what you came for Grab the gun and go for yours, f** the cords, hit the top boss Don't take a lost, never that, no turnin back Official stack, and try to stay more, the phones tap Cuz they on my back for sellin crack bodies and all that

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