War Lyrics

[Royal Flush]

Flush is ready for combat, bust gats

You really want to fuck wit this tough cat? Get smacked

'cause 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

[many people talkin]
Royal Flush - War - http://motolyrics.com/royal-flush/war-lyrics.html
[Royal Flush]

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

[more people talkin]

[Royal Flush]

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

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