Текст песни Royal Flush f Wastlanz - Conflict
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[Green Eyes]I want it all no questionQueens terrorism, at his best when I wear my vest andDesert Eagle, inferred for protectionInterceptin, your collection, when I`m makin sectionNigga listen, I brake ya ass into submissionProfessionalist, specializin in thisHennecy wit a twist, another nigga missGone in the abyss, fuckin wit the fishScratch him off the listAutomatic trey pound seven in my fist, get ya wig splitGreen Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, `Lanz EnterpriseWise got shine, forever brightlyGats forever held tightly, this fight be (don`t take us lightly)[Quazie]Now stoned be the way Quaz` walk, reppin New YorkFor outlinin criminal bodies wit white chalkWildin these streets, I`m playin for keeps, avoidin the beastTo keep play the cemetery body, capisceThe hashish, made me unleash, six through his dome pieceAnd that`s just to say the leastBut quote for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale smokeForever ready like nine volt, batteriesLost casualties, ricochet through ya anatomyAnother tragedy, wit my family cause catastropheFrom Queens them Kings call me ya majestyDrama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff liesThese high roller somethin, before my shots`ll start pumpin[Phenom Pacino]6-3 Thug, blow a nigga like droughtSome say my lifestyle, need to be changeScramble and foul, 210 poundTake nickel plate, who hold the weight nowLeave you hear, bouncin the whip, I`m sippin crystalAll thunked out, bent in the streets wit my pistolMy rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it downFuckin wit the wrong cat, to many gats blackPhenom never suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet packTo crack the barrel, Pacino through over dowelJust get a title, find ya life blazin in the saddleKnowin half the battle was just a Queens soldier storyAnd fuckin wit niggas unless you asset to all for meSpotted the code, with five seconds to explodeEscape wit the scroll, my family gun hoFive hundred mellows, crackin serafinoRopin casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chicoThat organize extortion like The Godfather sequelTo open eyes to all evils that peoplesMainly maintain to do, shittin where I`m throughFuck`s not given when I`m rippin throughWho is you? I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude[Psycho Kiz]Off top, the Remi had me bent dizzy and shitDrunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson`sRip, heavy wit shine, diamond flexinSpot lock for possession, welcome to the real worldTaught `em why I hate this (We don`t a fuck who it is)Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz1996 to the year I quit, nothin happeninFuck the yappin, and start clappinAll these savages movin backwards, splittin they wigsSmashin `em, shootin `em, red rum for everyoneFuck a key, Queens niggas move in tonsThe real number ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run[Royal Flush]My desert needs a high rise, fuckin wit these wise guysCan you recognize, Desert Storm, `Lanz EnterpriseSmile like Einstein, jury drip, guns combineYou don`t want mine, gotta fight this all in one timePlus ya override, bustin straight, you bustin the skyI know you scared while I`m lookin at the devil insideRollin dice like my weapon, hold the four and a fiveAnd a cold and hard where I was born from the startHere to play a part, smokin weed and sellin the darkAnd watchin out for NARCS, Flush and entourage in chargeAnd surround the espionage, we all livin large