Royal Flush - Worldwide lyrics

Intro: Lettin niggas talk that New York New York shit

what the fucks the deal?

no doubt motherfucker, what the fucks the deal man

faggot ass niggas, niggas in New York be lettin niggas shit on em

frontin ass niggas

first you drinkin snapple now you drinkin Moe

cuz you livin aint no reason for you to be shittin faggot

Word...Go getcha guns

Some nights I wake up out my sleep blastin

get some water for my aspirin

my life fashion, gold chains guns and cashin

Im askin do I got to be king of action

fuck a playa fame New York is still the same

a Queens thang

representin Flush reigns supreme

its a scheme over power ya team wit cream

man you sensitive, how you let these cats shit on your residence

with fake robberies, who shot who wit no evidence

Im bringin it, tired of niggas sittin back and seein it

scape thru the light penetrate streets is trife

representin from the lands of the guns and good smoke

heavy shines, poppin them lines and cut throats

dont provoke and getcha team smoke for broke and no joke

you just a boy you not bad enough to compete wit challengers

bustin off the guns wit the silencers

Word....New York New York big city of dreams

Comin from Queens, where we dont get caught up in between

wit the nonsense, all these pussy niggas actin sex

takin off your chest, bring it to the desert where I rest

south east to west, bustin straight slugs thru your vest

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Worldwide worldwide wherever people startin

keep your mind on Queens when the dog starts barkin

Verse 2

Its time to dead your whole situation

New York is full of murderers, guns and court cases

baggin wit razors bring me no-chaser

that be that wasteland flavor

its major, vibratin thru the states like a pager

whose the one to blame

when you get stuck for gold chains

shootin close range, half of these niggas died in the game

its a city game, blastin at cops by all means

keep it real thru out Queens

catchin jooks for cream

on the tap phone, fuckin wit niggas thats far from home

G-S's chrome, makin power moves like Capone

shits zone fuckin wit nigga Flush holds his own

guarnateed to blow, puffin on trees do I go

way low, kidnappin children for dough thats how it go

place a criminal minds traces are hard to find

to commit crime, half of these niggas is droppin dimes

here the time, blowin your block just like a mine

Flushing design, keep my neck flooded wit shine

im out to get it, you billed somethin sweet

go getcha heat and your peeps

and findin body parts on the streets

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