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Semisonic - War lyrics
[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
 [many people talkin]
 Semisonic - War - http://motolyrics.com/semisonic/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
 Cuz they on my back for sellin crack bodies and all that








