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(feat. Phenom Pacino) |
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[Royal Flush] |
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Let's get the definition of a foul man, Flush the Royal here |
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Bustin niggas down, fuck the spoiled plan |
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Hittin up the snag team vans, army suit, guns and rams |
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Man, fuck it, if you live this life you got to love it |
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Whose the one you trusted, organize wit niggas stayin dusted |
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On the loaf key, if a nigga owe, we got to see me |
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Weekly, fuck a freebie, Land Rover, Jeeps and TV's |
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The land see what I see, extortion plus velocity |
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Murder niggas constantly, no doubt, end of discussion |
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Started to bustin, if you want beef, bring it to Flushing |
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[Da Beatminerz scratchin up "movin on your weak production"] |
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[Phenom Pacino] |
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I sit and analyze the Earth as it twist on it's axis |
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Two four the cream without the taxes |
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The hand cock relaxes, I'm baggin grands up in plastics |
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My moves must be made everlastin, my past change to present |
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Prophecies, no market the beats |
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Push me, to be a revolutionary industry |
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I clone heat, holdin down 50 g tones a week |
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Nuff in the smash plans, a wise man don't speak |
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Cuz jealously, envy, for figga trigga niggas |
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Bust, evil bitches hold a key to a man's lust |
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I rush, try to touch what I don't got |
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If I'm incarcerated, Royal Flush'll blow ya block, muthafucka |
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[Da Beatminerz scratchin up "movin on your weak production"] |
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[Royal Flush] |
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It's like a nuclear reaction, back down guns, niggas is blastin |
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Streets are cashin, late night, black assassin |
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Flush'll make it happen, first stickin, I started rappin |
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Whose the one to blame, when you elevatin the game |
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Stress before pleasure, niggas get bagged, so whatever |
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Slugs in leathers, will have ya life, under pressure |
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Royal handmade, blowin this world just like grenades |
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Sex to techs to uzi's, niggas can't do me |
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Since a young child, livin in corrupt, cuz I'm foul |
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That's my style, nigga did a bullet on the Isle |
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Meanwhile, my little brother's on the street, holdin heat |
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Bustin at whatever creeps all night, cuz shit's deep |
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New York don't sleep, diamond Rolex, cars and drinks |
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Niggas wit minks, five g stones, and Cuban links |
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Eyes chink, fuckin wit these niggas made a nigga think |
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Now I gotta get cheddar, let a nigga shine forever |
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[Da Beatminerz scratchin up "movin on your weak production"] |
