Royal Flush - Illiodic Shines Lyrics
[chorus]Illiodic shine, just like a palaceNow, release the violenceHeat lay em down, off of balanceSnitchin murder comes, when you deal wit the gunsTurn a nigga to sons, extortin makin the funds[mic geronimo]Hold the diamondback, release the artist like a quarterbackOr the mack, I caught a black and blue from the trouble atI stash ones, shoot a legal guns familyWho on the run, did the felony counts, and murder oneA hustle, niggas livin from bundle to bundleAnd jungle cats smuggle from the virginia to the cypher[royal flush]And stack it never, these queens niggas run is thoroughAnd got it lock, takin over blocks wit loose rocksMakin happen hops, ***** ass niggas that call copsScared of static, my 44 bustin straight through you cabbageFirst is batting average, Im civilizin, youse a savageStreet habits, ya niggas is feminine like faggots[mic geronimo]Behold the automatic, mahogany hand on the steamOn who glass fiend, Im comin straight from queensOrganize on the fiends, double up on you teamBust an empty and fill you up inside wit eighteen[royal flush]Strictly for the cream, smack em wit the heat, watch them bleedWho you tryin to see, flush and mic g., your worst enemy[mic geronimo]Readily down a double shots of henneseyIllegal mercenary, diversify, revolutionary[chorus][royal flush]Start the combat, stay relax, dead nuts, never thatKeep the gat, actual facts, you get smackedVerbally attack, yoke him from the back, where he comin atHe strapped, Im strapped, bustin me, Im bustin back[prince kaysaan]Dont want no problem god, I know you livin largeIt was my man todd, he send me on the job[royal flush]It wasnt hard to tell one of you niggasll snitchinStraight up and down, *****in, real niggas in positionTie em and down miss em, shootin thirty in emAiyo kiko, wrap his body, throw it near the rowdyThey calicos and shotties, wifey pack ya bag and grab the mazzarati(what happen boo? ) just take my seed and lay lowIn 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 *****in beef out)Yo ***** that god, where he live? (not far)Surveillance is car, niggas stay parked by the bar(aiyo, allah, imma work it out, everything stabilizeLike him right between the eyes, blaze it till Im 4 to 5Slide back, push it to the 45 marriotStoppin at the weed spot, ***** the copsCant see us both gettin lockedNonstop, visionary prop)He got shot, knew that bullshit had to stopPlus the spots hots, lifted everything off his blockClear picture, job well done, flip the scripture(mic the night ripper, bringin highs when I hit yaNigga Im wit ya, and any beef will split ya)[chorus 3x]
