Conflict Lyrics

[Green Eyes]

I want it all no question

Queens terrorism, at his best when I wear my vest and

Desert Eagle, inferred for protection

Interceptin, your collection, when I'm makin section

Nigga listen, I brake ya ass into submission

Professionalist, specializin in this

Hennecy wit a twist, another nigga miss

Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish

Scratch him off the list

Automatic trey pound seven in my fist, get ya wig split

Green Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz Enterprise

Wise got shine, forever brightly

Gats forever held tightly, this fight be (don't take us lightly)

[Quazie]

Now stoned be the way Quaz' walk, reppin New York

For outlinin criminal bodies wit white chalk

Wildin these streets, I'm playin for keeps, avoidin the beast

To keep play the cemetery body, capisce

The hashish, made me unleash, six through his dome piece

And that's just to say the least

But quote for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale smoke

Forever ready like nine volt, batteries

Lost casualties, ricochet through ya anatomy

Another tragedy, wit my family cause catastrophe

From Queens them Kings call me ya majesty

Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff lies

These high roller somethin, before my shots'll start pumpin

[Phenom Pacino]

6-3 Thug, blow a nigga like drought

Some say my lifestyle, need to be change

Scramble and foul, 210 pound

Take nickel plate, who hold the weight now

Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin crystal

All thunked out, bent in the streets wit my pistol

My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it down

Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to many gats black

Phenom never suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet pack
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To crack the barrel, Pacino through over dowel

Just get a title, find ya life blazin in the saddle

Knowin half the battle was just a Queens soldier story

And fuckin wit niggas unless you asset to all for me

Spotted the code, with five seconds to explode

Escape wit the scroll, my family gun ho

Five hundred mellows, crackin serafino

Ropin casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico

That organize extortion like The Godfather sequel

To open eyes to all evils that peoples

Mainly maintain to do, shittin where I'm through

Fuck's not given when I'm rippin through

Who is you? I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude

[Psycho Kiz]

Off top, the Remi had me bent dizzy and shit

Drunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson's

Rip, heavy wit shine, diamond flexin

Spot lock for possession, welcome to the real world

Taught 'em why I hate this (We don't a fuck who it is)

Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz

1996 to the year I quit, nothin happenin

Fuck the yappin, and start clappin

All these savages movin backwards, splittin they wigs

Smashin 'em, shootin 'em, red rum for everyone

Fuck a key, Queens niggas move in tons

The real number ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run

[Royal Flush]

My desert needs a high rise, fuckin wit these wise guys

Can you recognize, Desert Storm, 'Lanz Enterprise

Smile like Einstein, jury drip, guns combine

You don't want mine, gotta fight this all in one time

Plus ya override, bustin straight, you bustin the sky

I know you scared while I'm lookin at the devil inside

Rollin dice like my weapon, hold the four and a five

And a cold and hard where I was born from the start

Here to play a part, smokin weed and sellin the dark

And watchin out for NARCS, Flush and entourage in charge

And surround the espionage, we all livin large