War Lyrics - Singles - 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 clientle, 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 

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 

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 

'Cuz they on my back for sellin' crack bodies and all that