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from ROYAL FLUSH - Ghetto Millionaire (1997)
Motion Picture analyze the world Flush'll hit ya
Dominate ya scripture Wild black infera,protecting your perimeter Rockin Jew-waal bring on the minister scope full while I'm sticking ya And roll a dutch ????????? Shorty I've been whipping ya for years now Hold Keiths smile on the prowl My lifestyle Or better yet my position now Throw you cats on trial Smooth criminal From New York to Quebec Unbelieveable respect Plan X 22 ways up out the projects But keep focus Iraq When clans on the quest Gettin deeper than tech We on dive for whose next And we go again My enemies I keep friends 'cause when I wind them I got them and take them rock bottom And rap is fire I'ts U-Verse-Iya Hit man for hire blow the world like a live wire Noreaga(chorus) Cuban connection,flexin,wilin,sippin crystal by the gallon ,Queens stalion (Royal Flush-No doubt) Iced down medallions (Royal Flush-What's it all about?) Iced down medallions Cuban connection,flexin,wilin,sippin Don P by the gallon ,Queens stalion (Royal Flush-No doubt) Iced down medallions (Royal Flush-What's it all about?) Iced down medallions Seen shit Holdin it down my guns spit Find my deal wit Drive a 5-40 wit tint Yo nice Hold the strip up on the hill in the bricks Plus the golden Kid Wisdom knowledge still living Understand what I'm given Or wild like the liven while we all driven We sell drugs young black thugs And take slaughtas Most invincible gettin money the principle Everydays an interview You know who I'm talkin to the best chosen Playin on 45th Drink cola Sellin drugs in the mornin Strengthing my opponents Fuck around and catch a bonus Move all to buy the owens When you thought I was your oldest And ever since that day I walk around double toastin Wit two hoalstin Wanted posters Plus whatevas closest Or die like your man in that black sensa rosa Flush don't give a fuck I'm taken over (chorus) Now past the hand Rockin vest for thirty G's a scotch None stop Crystal poppin Drop toppin While the feds whatchin They on my back heat me up like Al Pacino Or Joe Pessi in Casino(Que pasa Amigo) Sent keys up to Fellipo Transport state to state Liven great Bust around a hell gate Can the key Money man Regulate New York city crime state And bless ya L's be on track to make an earthquake Now wait Desert storm just like Kuwait Watch jake Can't go to jail wit no Cake 'cause when I come home I've got to live crazy straight, (Chorus) Word up,we do it like that,thug life Na meen,back to Iraq,regulate worldwide,what's tha deal,make a mill |
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from ROYAL FLUSH - Ghetto Millionaire (1997)
[Chorus]
Illiodic Shine, just like a palace Now, release the violence Heat lay 'em down, off of balance Snitchin murder comes, when you deal wit the guns Turn a nigga to sons, extortin makin the funds [Mic Geronimo] Hold the diamondback, release the artist like a quarterback Or the mack, I caught a black and blue from the trouble at I stash ones, shoot a legal guns family Who on the run, did the felony counts, and murder one A hustle, niggas livin from bundle to bundle And jungle cats smuggle from the Virginia to the cypher [Royal Flush] And stack it never, these Queens niggas run is thorough And got it lock, takin over blocks wit loose rocks Makin happen hops, bitch ass niggas that call cops Scared of static, my 44 bustin straight through you cabbage First is batting average, I'm civilizin, you'se a savage Street habits, ya niggas is feminine like faggots [Mic Geronimo] Behold the automatic, mahogany hand on the steam On who glass fiend, I'm comin straight from Queens Organize on the fiends, double up on you team Bust an empty and fill you up inside wit eighteen [Royal Flush] Strictly for the cream, smack em wit the heat, watch them bleed Who you tryin to see, Flush and Mic G., your worst enemy [Mic Geronimo] Readily down a double shots of Hennesey Illegal mercenary, diversify, revolutionary [Chorus] [Royal Flush] Start the combat, stay relax, dead nuts, never that Keep the gat, actual facts, you get smacked Verbally attack, yoke him from the back, where he comin at He strapped, I'm strapped, bustin me, I'm bustin back [Prince Kaysaan] Don't want no problem God, I know you livin large It was my man Todd, he send me on the job [Royal Flush] It wasn't hard to tell one of you niggas'll snitchin Straight up and down, bitchin, real niggas in position Tie 'em and down miss 'em, shootin thirty in 'em Aiyo Kiko, wrap his body, throw it near the rowdy They calico's and shotties, wifey pack ya bag and grab the Mazzarati (What happen boo?) Just take my seed and lay low In the Pocono, this nigga gotta, claim I owe him dough (Do you baby?) Take your shit and go [Royal Flush] (Mic Geronimo) He pulled out a black Beemer, jumpin out wit his heat out (Callin my team out, I came to work the fuckin beef out) Yo fuck that God, where he live? (Not far) Surveillance is car, niggas stay parked by the bar (Aiyo, Allah, I'mma work it out, everything stabilize Like him right between the eyes, blaze it till I'm 4 to 5 Slide back, push it to the 45 Marriot Stoppin at the weed spot, fuck the cops Can't see us both gettin locked Nonstop, visionary prop) He got shot, knew that bullshit had to stop Plus the spots hots, lifted everything off his block Clear picture, job well done, flip the scripture (Mic the night ripper, bringin highs when I hit ya Nigga I'm wit ya, and any beef will split ya) [Chorus 3X] |
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from ROYAL FLUSH - Ghetto Millionaire (1997)
[Green Eyes]
I want it all no question Queens terrorism, at his best when I wear my vest and Desert Eagle, inferred for protection Interceptin, your collection, when I'm makin section Nigga listen, I brake ya ass into submission Professionalist, specializin in this Hennecy wit a twist, another nigga miss Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish Scratch him off the list Automatic trey pound seven in my fist, get ya wig split Green Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz Enterprise Wise got shine, forever brightly Gats forever held tightly, this fight be (don't take us lightly) [Quazie] Now stoned be the way Quaz' walk, reppin New York For outlinin criminal bodies wit white chalk Wildin these streets, I'm playin for keeps, avoidin the beast To keep play the cemetery body, capisce The hashish, made me unleash, six through his dome piece And that's just to say the least But quote for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale smoke Forever ready like nine volt, batteries Lost casualties, ricochet through ya anatomy Another tragedy, wit my family cause catastrophe From Queens them Kings call me ya majesty Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff lies These high roller somethin, before my shots'll start pumpin [Phenom Pacino] 6-3 Thug, blow a nigga like drought Some say my lifestyle, need to be change Scramble and foul, 210 pound Take nickel plate, who hold the weight now Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin crystal All thunked out, bent in the streets wit my pistol My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it down Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to many gats black Phenom never suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet pack To crack the barrel, Pacino through over dowel Just get a title, find ya life blazin in the saddle Knowin half the battle was just a Queens soldier story And fuckin wit niggas unless you asset to all for me Spotted the code, with five seconds to explode Escape wit the scroll, my family gun ho Five hundred mellows, crackin serafino Ropin casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico That organize extortion like The Godfather sequel To open eyes to all evils that peoples Mainly maintain to do, shittin where I'm through Fuck's not given when I'm rippin through Who is you? I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude [Psycho Kiz] Off top, the Remi had me bent dizzy and shit Drunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson's Rip, heavy wit shine, diamond flexin Spot lock for possession, welcome to the real world Taught 'em why I hate this (We don't a fuck who it is) Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz 1996 to the year I quit, nothin happenin Fuck the yappin, and start clappin All these savages movin backwards, splittin they wigs Smashin 'em, shootin 'em, red rum for everyone Fuck a key, Queens niggas move in tons The real number ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run [Royal Flush] My desert needs a high rise, fuckin wit these wise guys Can you recognize, Desert Storm, 'Lanz Enterprise Smile like Einstein, jury drip, guns combine You don't want mine, gotta fight this all in one time Plus ya override, bustin straight, you bustin the sky I know you scared while I'm lookin at the devil inside Rollin dice like my weapon, hold the four and a five And a cold and hard where I was born from the start Here to play a part, smokin weed and sellin the dark And watchin out for NARCS, Flush and entourage in charge And surround the espionage, we all livin large |
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[Green Eyes]
I want it all no question Queens terrorism, at his best when I wear my vest and Desert Eagle, inferred for protection Interceptin, your collection, when I'm makin section Nigga listen, I brake ya ass into submission Professionalist, specializin in this Hennecy wit a twist, another nigga miss Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish Scratch him off the list Automatic trey pound seven in my fist, get ya wig split Green Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz Enterprise Wise got shine, forever brightly Gats forever held tightly, this fight be (don't take us lightly) [Quazie] Now stoned be the way Quaz' walk, reppin New York For outlinin criminal bodies wit white chalk Wildin these streets, I'm playin for keeps, avoidin the beast To keep play the cemetery body, capisce The hashish, made me unleash, six through his dome piece And that's just to say the least But quote for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale smoke Forever ready like nine volt, batteries Lost casualties, ricochet through ya anatomy Another tragedy, wit my family cause catastrophe From Queens them Kings call me ya majesty Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff lies These high roller somethin, before my shots'll start pumpin [Phenom Pacino] 6-3 Thug, blow a nigga like drought Some say my lifestyle, need to be change Scramble and foul, 210 pound Take nickel plate, who hold the weight now Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin crystal All thunked out, bent in the streets wit my pistol My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it down Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to many gats black Phenom never suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet pack To crack the barrel, Pacino through over dowel Just get a title, find ya life blazin in the saddle Knowin half the battle was just a Queens soldier story And fuckin wit niggas unless you asset to all for me Spotted the code, with five seconds to explode Escape wit the scroll, my family gun ho Five hundred mellows, crackin serafino Ropin casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico That organize extortion like The Godfather sequel To open eyes to all evils that peoples Mainly maintain to do, shittin where I'm through Fuck's not given when I'm rippin through Who is you? I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude [Psycho Kiz] Off top, the Remi had me bent dizzy and shit Drunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson's Rip, heavy wit shine, diamond flexin Spot lock for possession, welcome to the real world Taught 'em why I hate this (We don't a fuck who it is) Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz 1996 to the year I quit, nothin happenin Fuck the yappin, and start clappin All these savages movin backwards, splittin they wigs Smashin 'em, shootin 'em, red rum for everyone Fuck a key, Queens niggas move in tons The real number ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run [Royal Flush] My desert needs a high rise, fuckin wit these wise guys Can you recognize, Desert Storm, 'Lanz Enterprise Smile like Einstein, jury drip, guns combine You don't want mine, gotta fight this all in one time Plus ya override, bustin straight, you bustin the sky I know you scared while I'm lookin at the devil inside Rollin dice like my weapon, hold the four and a five And a cold and hard where I was born from the start Here to play a part, smokin weed and sellin the dark And watchin out for NARCS, Flush and entourage in charge And surround the espionage, we all livin large |
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[Chorus 2X: Royal Flush (Prodigy sample from "Just Step Prelude")]
Everywhere I go they try to take what's mine Remind me of the Island 'cause (still came home wit a shine Still came home wit a shine, still came home wit a shine) [Royal Flush] (Hi-Tek) Official facts, I walk around heavy wit two gats So niggas can't snatch what's mine, I watch my back The whole world schemin on a way to get trap I ain't mad at that, take what you want, but not mines black Seen a lot cats get yak (for all of that) Ain't no gettin back, this the shit that comes wit this pack Three things, guns and biscuits, don't risk it It's all materialistic, die over this shit And almost got robbed by these two kids in a Lex Wit light tent, steady movin in (said to myself they can't win) Actin like a friend, son he got close, I bust ten Bet these niggas won't ever snatch a chain again [Chorus 2X] [Royal Flush] So next time you buy a Linc, you probably would think About the situation it brings, for brolic shit You comin clean, thug niggas and fiends You got it good, they gon' scheme, know what I mean? I'm dyin over better things, not flooded pieces Kids die for no reason, sick believin I wish we all wouldn't wear it even But it if you gotta hold ya heat Mommy always said it's dangerous in these streets Watch out for beef, your closest friend'll be ya enemy And stab you in ya back for ya equity The recipe, fuck that shit, live out ya destiny That shine ain't impressin me, I wear mine to the death of me Straight up and down, that shit is stressin me But basically cape on my chest will be my legacy Remember me? I try to warned you 'fore it happen A lot of niggas die over jewelry snatchin Take it from Royal Flush, I did the shit before rappin [Chorus 4X] |
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[Chorus 2X: Royal Flush (Prodigy sample from "Just Step Prelude")]
Everywhere I go they try to take what's mine Remind me of the Island 'cause (still came home wit a shine Still came home wit a shine, still came home wit a shine) [Royal Flush] (Hi-Tek) Official facts, I walk around heavy wit two gats So niggas can't snatch what's mine, I watch my back The whole world schemin on a way to get trap I ain't mad at that, take what you want, but not mines black Seen a lot cats get yak (for all of that) Ain't no gettin back, this the shit that comes wit this pack Three things, guns and biscuits, don't risk it It's all materialistic, die over this shit And almost got robbed by these two kids in a Lex Wit light tent, steady movin in (said to myself they can't win) Actin like a friend, son he got close, I bust ten Bet these niggas won't ever snatch a chain again [Chorus 2X] [Royal Flush] So next time you buy a Linc, you probably would think About the situation it brings, for brolic shit You comin clean, thug niggas and fiends You got it good, they gon' scheme, know what I mean? I'm dyin over better things, not flooded pieces Kids die for no reason, sick believin I wish we all wouldn't wear it even But it if you gotta hold ya heat Mommy always said it's dangerous in these streets Watch out for beef, your closest friend'll be ya enemy And stab you in ya back for ya equity The recipe, fuck that shit, live out ya destiny That shine ain't impressin me, I wear mine to the death of me Straight up and down, that shit is stressin me But basically cape on my chest will be my legacy Remember me? I try to warned you 'fore it happen A lot of niggas die over jewelry snatchin Take it from Royal Flush, I did the shit before rappin [Chorus 4X] |
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[Royal Flush]
She was sweetest young thing in this life Had two kids and worked nights, never had shit, but we ate right And slept tight, my daddy's livin the bad life Used to come home nights and beat on his wife I was too young to really understand about life Used to cry a lot, hopin that my father get shot Plus he sniff a lot (What that nigga beef about every fuckin day?) My brother said something got to make him stop 'cause mommy go to hard for every little thing we got It was a stress and pain, had a young child, goin insane Until one day, he slapped my brother right in the face And my mother started running all over the place I went downstairs and grab the nine from the safe Went back upstairs and put the shit right in his face What up now daddy, I shot him in the face and smiled loud Now her body froze, lookin at my father die slow She can't believe it though, started screamin baby don't go He said two words, and breath went dead and blood fled My face turned red, couldn't understand what I did Brother scared as shit, losin my mind, my moms flip Tears from my eye drip, I grabbed her tightly and kissed I said we miss him, but no longer do we go thru this shit So when the cops come, I'm the one that let off the gun Only thing I'm askin, when I get a visit, you come Tell my brother 'bout the story, right now, he too young 'cause he can't figure out the things that we've been through The lifestyles that's goin on now, life is so wild |
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[Noreaga]
New kid, War Report, dunn blew out the court He claim righteous, the God was jeweled down wit ices My man locked up, in the beast, hit me on the Jag (Aiyo son, I need loot in this piece) I got you, already blessed up, caught hard Tommy Hill Guess appeal, accept collect call, and keep it real But I was locked for three, son you didn't know me Your bitch had you sue, told you, don't send me no loot But I survive in 'Green, shorty sent me cream, Adine Moms like, the niggas ain't real in your team Bring the court rap, my first weak, beef wit the staff Son, where was you at?, called you on the jack Heard you moved from Iraq to Iran and cold ran Ran on me, but you supposed to be my family Tables turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up north I'm in the cockpit, coppin Averate shit You in the P now, straight foul wit crocodile Pretty boy, my little man you like a little boy Taught you the crime life, you blame me, you weakling Yucked up, commissary low, now you thinkin While you locked, I got the block lock wit padlock Jealousy and envy, towards me Word got back to me, you got somethin for me Musolini, yo come and see me [several samples from The Jones Girls "When I'm Gone"] [Royal Flush] Now when you got locked up, livin plush, sneakers as such Always flipped it up, on the phone line, you ran it up Say you stressed as such, few niggas you had to touch Plus the shit's rough, sendin you balloons, read it up Thug it up, keep it tight, 'cause your girl on right It's all a struggle in life, to sell things and pay the price But I'm wit you, can't let you down son, I miss you But back on the streets, the police want me wit you It's official, I'm tryin to blow them lands like a missile Holdin my pistol, to keep it real when I'm wit you Commissary a hit you, like Kings try to rip you Suffer razors an issue, blowin niggas like a whistle Geo.'s 'a try to snitch you, watch the beam before they fish you So just lift weight, I'm layin low until release date [more samples from The Jones Girls "When I'm Gone"] [Royal Flush] Direct sale, judge face to face, no bail Take it to trail, spend a year on the Isle First day, Sing-Sing, walkin through the gates Stuff's a shame, wild nigga walkin wit the length We was cellblocked, think about, Flush want the top Put my pictures up, relax for a minute, kick it up Watch the top cat, La Familia got the coke in that I need a part in that, fine tango, just give 'em cash Soup 'em up, make 'em feel wild as fuck, now what up? [Noreaga] I know my real family, new people try to be around me Try to surround me, goatee, ganja leaf Locked up chief, well let that be Doorags and cuffies, gave me a razor, recruit me Now I'll slang, and catch a band, til the bing You workin in the kitchen, ice pick and now ya snitchin You Scarface, lost ya face, is laced up So what, you got cut, then you told police Keep it real in the beast, same thing in the streets Wild cats tell, play PC inside a jail Yo me, did three, never in PC Stand freely, Musolini, we just a heemy Life in exile, people like we, penitentiary Did time, all evolve wit crime Desert mind, police hit strip, caught mine what, what, what, what, what, what |
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[Royal Flush]
It was a hot day, fuckin wit shorty round way Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J all day The ennesex pull out the driveway Feelin like Scarface, desperado on the case Niggas an ace, celebrate livin it great Into your mind state, a lock front, but Flush straight Over wound ya faith, hold it down across state You know, fitted hat, Tommy shorts to match Lay back, executioner of rap, that bring stat Face the phat, tattoo on my arm, and pack gat Never mind that, quick reflexes, I bust back Party back to back, New York, where it's at Hold up stop for a second, bring it back cousin Let's have a good time, cipher wit the Dutch combine Respect mine, that's why you live the deaf, dumb and the blind Bottom line, let's all shine, can't be mad at what's mine It took a lot to get these props, three shots and almost got rocked My hustle on the roof top, the watch cop, and I'm gettin crazy cheddar Drivin rose, Bentleys and better The street contemplate the terror, the rhymes sever And overdose speak broadcastin niggas leakin Probably thinkin, I'm just a wise nigga drinkin [Chorus 2X] Whatever you do, you gotta get ya shit straight No time to wait, make money and regulate [Mic Geronimo] While on the mailbox, sit and steamin Peep the demon, techs were schemin, seen it in they eyes gleamin Sorta like the shine, 'cept the thoughts son divine Run wild inside they minds, maybe had somebody by me My body wit lacerations, cuts, abrasions Wounds I couldn't slide, from when the bullets started blazin Awaken from concentration, started to skate My heart rate, amagortex wit no brakes Jump the gate, hit the ground on my side, but no pain Turn around and find her comin like a runaway freight train And play you, I see blues and cars are too Choose or lose, ain't no option in my everyday news Grab the heat and slide, maybe jump up in the ride Now my nigga Flush, he like lamped on the side Strictly sorta Cajun, relax, mind lacin Line cooperation, now to start activation Ill collaboration, from a team now you facin We break nation, flew back style afflatus I only roll daily, wit the God burst heatin Chill, a mass mill, lay back, leave it dubblin Money for bubblin, from 95 thru recoverin My crew smotherin, carry Benjamin's and jugglin [Chorus 4X] |
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[Royal Flush]
It was a hot day, fuckin wit shorty round way Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J all day The ennesex pull out the driveway Feelin like Scarface, desperado on the case Niggas an ace, celebrate livin it great Into your mind state, a lock front, but Flush straight Over wound ya faith, hold it down across state You know, fitted hat, Tommy shorts to match Lay back, executioner of rap, that bring stat Face the phat, tattoo on my arm, and pack gat Never mind that, quick reflexes, I bust back Party back to back, New York, where it's at Hold up stop for a second, bring it back cousin Let's have a good time, cipher wit the Dutch combine Respect mine, that's why you live the deaf, dumb and the blind Bottom line, let's all shine, can't be mad at what's mine It took a lot to get these props, three shots and almost got rocked My hustle on the roof top, the watch cop, and I'm gettin crazy cheddar Drivin rose, Bentleys and better The street contemplate the terror, the rhymes sever And overdose speak broadcastin niggas leakin Probably thinkin, I'm just a wise nigga drinkin [Chorus 2X] Whatever you do, you gotta get ya shit straight No time to wait, make money and regulate [Mic Geronimo] While on the mailbox, sit and steamin Peep the demon, techs were schemin, seen it in they eyes gleamin Sorta like the shine, 'cept the thoughts son divine Run wild inside they minds, maybe had somebody by me My body wit lacerations, cuts, abrasions Wounds I couldn't slide, from when the bullets started blazin Awaken from concentration, started to skate My heart rate, amagortex wit no brakes Jump the gate, hit the ground on my side, but no pain Turn around and find her comin like a runaway freight train And play you, I see blues and cars are too Choose or lose, ain't no option in my everyday news Grab the heat and slide, maybe jump up in the ride Now my nigga Flush, he like lamped on the side Strictly sorta Cajun, relax, mind lacin Line cooperation, now to start activation Ill collaboration, from a team now you facin We break nation, flew back style afflatus I only roll daily, wit the God burst heatin Chill, a mass mill, lay back, leave it dubblin Money for bubblin, from 95 thru recoverin My crew smotherin, carry Benjamin's and jugglin [Chorus 4X] |
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Lettin' niggas talk that 'New York, New York' shit
That's where I'm from, man, what the fuck's the deal? No doubt, motherfucker, what the fucks the deal, man? Word up, fagot ass niggas, man Niggas in New York be lettin' niggas shit on 'em First you drinkin' snapple, now you drinkin' Moe 'Cuz you livin' ain't no reason for you to be shittin', fagot Word, fagot ass, go getcha guns Some nights I wake up out my sleep blastin' Go get some water for my aspirin My life fashion, gold chains guns and cashin' I'm askin', do I got to be king for action? Fuck a playa fame, New York is still the same A Queens thang, representin', Flush reigns supreme It's a scheme, overpower ya team wit cream Man, you sensitive, how you let these cats shit on your residence? With fake robberies, who shot who wit no evidence I'm bringin' it, tired of niggas sittin' back and seein' it Escape through the light, penetrate streets is trife Representin' from the lands with the guns and good smoke Heavy shine, poppin' them lines and cut throats Don't provoke or get your team smoke for broke And no joke, you just a boy You not bad enough to compete to challenge us Bustin' off the guns wit the silencers Word, New York, New York, big city of dreams Comin' from Queens, where we don't get caught up in between Wit the nonsense, all these pussy niggas actin' sex Takin' off your chest, bring it to the desert where I rest South east to west, bustin' straight slugs through your vest Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' It's time to dead your whole situation New York is full of murderers, guns and court cases Baggin' wit razors bring me no-chaser, that be that wasteland flavor It's major, vibratin' through the states like a pager Whose the one to blame when you get stuck for gold chains? Shootin' close range, half of these niggas died in the game It's a city thing, blastin' at cops by all means Keep it real throughout out Queens, catchin' jooks for cream On the tap phone, fuckin' wit niggas that's far from home G-S's chrome, makin' power moves like Capone Shits zone, fuckin' wit this nigga, Flush holds his own Guaranteed to blow, puffin' on the trees, do I go way low? Kidnappin' children for dough, that's how it go Place a criminal minds, traces are hard to find To commit crime, half of these niggas is droppin' dimes Here the time, blowin' your block just like a mine Flushing design, keep my neck flooded wit shine I'm out to get it, you feel somethin' sweet Go getcha heat and your peeps And findin' body parts on the streets Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' Worldwide, worldwide, whenever beef is startin' Keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin' |
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from ROYAL FLUSH - Ghetto Millionaire (1997)
[Royal Flush]
And we all shine, sit back, crack the wine Hit you at nine, but twelve, it's show time First three hundred ladies, free, it's on line Jumped out the car, like the shit was mine Straight to the promoter, cop me plus nine Grab up a shorty that's in back of the line Get her in free, try to splash first time As I enter, Iced Down Medallion wit the shine Party time, place look pack Straight to the bar, where all my thugs be at Talk to Tommy Hill, while Rudy holdin the gat Drippin some, wit fuckin wit shorty in the back Nigga B.U. is gettin shots of Conayac Cousin Randy is rollin dimes and eight black But Shearson, wig gettin his freak on perhaps Tonight, everything is going real right Shorties walk by, Versace's real tight Game is real nice, made me by a drink twice Scream Don Lotta got drinks all night Like Redman, nigga tonight's the night [Chorus 2X: Ja Rule] Tonight we gon' get high, right niggas Freak off, sip a little liquor What up, in the club, blowin up figgas Me and my 'Lanz niggas Royal Flush, honey is you wit us [Royal Flush] It's gettin late, watch Red, a quarter pass three All bent up, hennecy inside the cup Team was fucked up, Lil Bronx was throwin up He drink too much, the Don P had him stuck Fadone was in the middle, of the floor about to thump Queens Most Wanted hold it down, when it front Flex switch it up and made the whole crowd jump About time we can all go out and have fun Dance around til your legs get numb Superstar status, goin home wit the baddest Wastlanz official, Royal Flush got to have it Straight to coat check, so I can go get my jacket Snatched it, take it the crib so I can tap it Outside, Twinz is in the Lex holdin traffic Jumped in the range, pulled off and started laughin [Chorus 6X] |
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from ROYAL FLUSH - Ghetto Millionaire (1997)
[Chorus 4X: Quazie]
To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglars Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers [Royal Flush] I can't call it cousin, this currency got me buggin Streets'll thumpin, the loose rocks for jugglin Shorties be smugglin, importin keys for the government Other men, choose the street life to comprehend Thugs and murderers, inside, power will have you turn against Your whole fam, fuckin up money inside the program How much could I stand, two shots to third grand Ultimate crime plans, this fam blocks for grands I'm tryin to make a mill, for real, so chill, let the God build Reality, based on this tax free drug salary Wit real mentality, bustin straight through galaxy My mind rather be, lost as you never heard me Flush, your black majesty, another reason of tragedy These is never baggin me, Wastlanz forever be Drug tech's and felonies, so what the fuck you tellin me? Overseas, this currency, I keep it real confident [Chorus 4X] [Phenom Pacino] Fuck felony cases, finger prints, names and faces Get rich niggas snitch in places you escape I hate, this fate that I was dealt in this game That's why I utilize, crime in my mind, to maintain Caught the six fifths and coke, plus I jumped out the boat Styrofoam the chrome, so the stay float When the jiggs come, cock the guns, bustin back though Got the calico, to shatter through their teflon and window An all out war for stack, the crime king of crack It's no stoppin, till my life go black When I react, empty a two clips up in his back Fuckin up a g pack, trickin money on the hood rat Peace to murder stack, keep these drugs format Try and a, supreme my team, it be that cat that's phat Wastlanz, my fam, the grand's you know 'cause I'm soon to blow the world, big Phenom Pacino [Chorus 4X] [Green Eyes] Precautionary measure, endeavors to get the treasures It's all about steam cream and inferred beams It seams, my 'Lanz team'll reign supreme inside this drug thing Above thing, our thug sling, my lovin queen Got me up in Flush, Queens, buildin like Monopoly Yaks, clocks and property, shout to streets Choppin keys for prophecy, the street prophecy proceed in the year 3 Constantly ridin 'cause solidatin enterprisin devise the scheme Eyes Green straight from outta Queens To seen my shinin gleam, hundred shot magazine Blowin out niggas spleens, whoever intervene I see my dreams, to do my thing to make them tangible My fam is unmanageable, chop ya hands off and hand them to you Makin moves, state to state weight sales In school, cash rule, my Wastlanz fam stays true [Chorus to fade] |
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from ROYAL FLUSH - Ghetto Millionaire (1997)
[Chorus 4X: Quazie]
To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers, burglars Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers [Royal Flush] I can't call it cousin, this currency got me buggin Streets'll thumpin, the loose rocks for jugglin Shorties be smugglin, importin keys for the government Other men, choose the street life to comprehend Thugs and murderers, inside, power will have you turn against Your whole fam, fuckin up money inside the program How much could I stand, two shots to third grand Ultimate crime plans, this fam blocks for grands I'm tryin to make a mill, for real, so chill, let the God build Reality, based on this tax free drug salary Wit real mentality, bustin straight through galaxy My mind rather be, lost as you never heard me Flush, your black majesty, another reason of tragedy These is never baggin me, Wastlanz forever be Drug tech's and felonies, so what the fuck you tellin me? Overseas, this currency, I keep it real confident [Chorus 4X] [Phenom Pacino] Fuck felony cases, finger prints, names and faces Get rich niggas snitch in places you escape I hate, this fate that I was dealt in this game That's why I utilize, crime in my mind, to maintain Caught the six fifths and coke, plus I jumped out the boat Styrofoam the chrome, so the stay float When the jiggs come, cock the guns, bustin back though Got the calico, to shatter through their teflon and window An all out war for stack, the crime king of crack It's no stoppin, till my life go black When I react, empty a two clips up in his back Fuckin up a g pack, trickin money on the hood rat Peace to murder stack, keep these drugs format Try and a, supreme my team, it be that cat that's phat Wastlanz, my fam, the grand's you know 'cause I'm soon to blow the world, big Phenom Pacino [Chorus 4X] [Green Eyes] Precautionary measure, endeavors to get the treasures It's all about steam cream and inferred beams It seams, my 'Lanz team'll reign supreme inside this drug thing Above thing, our thug sling, my lovin queen Got me up in Flush, Queens, buildin like Monopoly Yaks, clocks and property, shout to streets Choppin keys for prophecy, the street prophecy proceed in the year 3 Constantly ridin 'cause solidatin enterprisin devise the scheme Eyes Green straight from outta Queens To seen my shinin gleam, hundred shot magazine Blowin out niggas spleens, whoever intervene I see my dreams, to do my thing to make them tangible My fam is unmanageable, chop ya hands off and hand them to you Makin moves, state to state weight sales In school, cash rule, my Wastlanz fam stays true [Chorus to fade] |
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from ROYAL FLUSH - Ghetto Millionaire (1997)
[Royal Flush]
Flush is ready for combat, bust gats You really want to fuck wit this tough cat? Get smacked 'cause I ain't scared of shit 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 mass appeal, let the blood spill Don't even see his grill, what the deal? An overdose of taft, be the nigga ass 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 pass Guarantee to blast in this game, wit no shame Cape chain, ice wrist, wit flooded fist Drivin is some plush shit, exotic bitches suckin my dick It's like a mob flick, speakin on some mob shit Some marvelous, the God is confident The black arsonist that's always startin shit [many people talkin] [Royal Flush] Who's to blame? Man or cocaine? 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 nigga, 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 niggas say I talk too much about my pistol You fuckin right I do, you talkin I murder you Push up convertible, we runnin international While tech's harassin 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 niggas that can't score Break jaws, outlaw nigga you die for But keep it raw, spark up a war, fuck what you came for Grab the gun and go for yours, fuck 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 'cause they on my back for sellin crack bodies and all that |
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from ROYAL FLUSH - Ghetto Millionaire (1997)
Dear Magic, how is livin' life up there?
Is it the same thing, people smoke weed and drink beer? I swear, shit is really sink down here Pardon the wet spot, but that's a drop from my tear Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, he's still out here Plus your little brother's growin' up, mom's steady holdin' up But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, shit's rough Plus I started rappin' and such and signed to Blunt Tryin' to make it platinum and plus And even tried dust, put in handcuffs 'Member little John I snuffed Nigga startin' to act to tough Caught him off guard and got bucked So when he get up there, get his stupid ass touch So one love, nigga, know that I miss you much And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace I'm constantly thinkin' 'bout your presence We used to bustin' weapons and cursin' out reverend We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven Rollin' dice was heaven, started fuckin' grown women Drivin' cars is tinted, if it's beef we all in it Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin' and bented Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision Is it you I'm really missin'? I turn my head when no one's listenin' The last words you said, "Tell Uni that I'm whistlin'" And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace P.S., I've been writin' you, since you left Never understand why you wasn't wearin' a vest But for you, it's God bless, take it off your chest I guess it's all a test, smokin' mad weed for the stress Put my A-alike to rest, I'm gonna stay here And live life up to best, you got my pictures yet? Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin' mad Moet That Carnel shit, if you ain't got them I send some more flicks so right me back quick 'Cuz soon or later I'll be wit you smokin' mad spliffs Plus I got a headache and my hands startin' to slip I miss you so much, I can't deal wit this shit And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace |
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