Illiodic Shines Lyrics - Singles - Royal Flush

[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]