Royal Flush - Worldwide Lyrics
Intro: lettin niggas talk that new york new york shitWhat the *****s the deal?No doubt mother*****er, what the *****s the deal manFaggot ass niggas, niggas in new york be lettin niggas shit on emFrontin ass niggasFirst you drinkin snapple now you drinkin moeCuz you livin aint no reason for you to be shittin faggotWord...go getcha gunsSome nights i wake up out my sleep blastinGet some water for my aspirinMy life fashion, gold chains guns and cashinIm askin do i got to be king of action***** a playa fame new york is still the sameA queens thangRepresentin flush reigns supremeIts a scheme over power ya team wit creamMan you sensitive, how you let these cats shit on your residenceWith fake robberies, who shot who wit no evidenceIm bringin it, tired of niggas sittin back and seein itScape thru the light penetrate streets is trifeRepresentin from the lands of the guns and good smokeHeavy shines, poppin them lines and cut throatsDont provoke and getcha team smoke for broke and no jokeYou just a boy you not bad enough to compete wit challengersBustin off the guns wit the silencersWord....new york new york big city of dreamsComin from queens, where we dont get caught up in betweenWit the nonsense, all these ***** niggas actin sexTakin off your chest, bring it to the desert where i restSouth east to west, bustin straight slugs thru your vestChorusWorldwide worldwide wherever people startinKeep your mind on queens when the dog starts barkinVerse 2Its time to dead your whole situationNew york is full of murderers, guns and court casesBaggin wit razors bring me no-chaserThat be that wasteland flavorIts major, vibratin thru the states like a pagerWhose the one to blameWhen you get stuck for gold chainsShootin close range, half of these niggas died in the gameIts a city game, blastin at cops by all meansKeep it real thru out queensCatchin jooks for creamOn the tap phone, *****in wit niggas thats far from homeG-s's chrome, makin power moves like caponeShits zone *****in wit nigga flush holds his ownGuarnateed to blow, puffin on trees do i goWay low, kidnappin children for dough thats how it goPlace a criminal minds traces are hard to findTo commit crime, half of these niggas is droppin dimesHere the time, blowin your block just like a mineFlushing design, keep my neck flooded wit shineIm out to get it, you billed somethin sweetGo getcha heat and your peepsAnd findin body parts on the streetsChorus
