War - Royal Flush

Flush is ready for combat, bust gats

You really want to fuck wit this tough cat?

Get smacked

Cuz 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

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