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Illiodic Shines
Royal Flush feat. Mic Geronimo
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Word up, what the fuck is this?
-Phone rings
Yo, who this?
Yo, hello?
Yo, what up, son?
Ain't nothin', dunn, I'm out here waitin'
For this nigga to come get me, man
Oh, what the deal with that nigga anyway?
I don't even know, son, I don't even trust that
Nigga like that, he be actin' shady and shit, son
Word up, son, I meet that nigga another night, man
Word up, it look like I ain't be actin', kid
Let me see how it go down tonight, if he front, you know how it is
Aliotti shine, just like a palace
Now, release the balance, heat lay him down
Off a balance, snitchin', murder comes
When you deal with the guns
Turnin' niggas to stunts, extortin' eight in the funds
Coldy diver back, release the yardage like a quarterback
Auto mag and quarter black, I blow from where the trouble at
I stack funds, shoot illegal guns, family who wanna run
Dip a felony count, some murder one, a hustle
Niggas livin' from bundle to bundle
A juggle gas smuggle from Virginia to the 5 bundle
And stack dinero, these Queens niggas runnin' thorough
And got it locked, takin' over blocks with loose rocks
Make you have to hops, bitch-ass niggas that call cops
Scared of static, my .44 bustin' straight through your cabbage
Perfect battin' average, I'm civilized and you's a savage
Street habits, y'all niggas is feminine like bitches
Load the automatic, mahogany handle and steam
On who blaspheme, I'm comin' straight from Queens
Organize on the fiends, double up on your team
Bust the inf' beam, fill you up inside with eighteen
Strictly for the cream, smack 'em with the heat, watch 'em bleed
Who you tryin' to see? Flush and Mike G, your worst enemy
Readily downin' double shots of Hennessy
Illegal mercenary, diversify, revolutionary
Aliotti shine, just like a palace
Now, release the balance, heat lay him down
Off a balance, snitchin', murder comes
When you deal with the guns
Turnin' niggas to stunts, extortin' eight in the funds
Start the combat, stay relaxed, dead nuts, never that
Keep the gat, actual fact, you get smacked
Verbally attack, yoke him from the back, where he comin' at?
He's strapped, I'm strapped, bust at me, I'm bustin' back
Don't want no problem, God, I know you livin' large
It was my man Todd, he sent me on the job
It wasn't hard to tell one of you niggas would start snitchin'
Straight up and down, bitch, real niggas in position
Tie 'em and don't miss 'em, shootin' thirty in 'em
Ayo, Kicko, wrap his body, throw it near the Rotti
The calicos and shotties, wifey pack your bag and grab the Maserati
What happened, boo?
Just take my seed and lay low in the Pocono
This nigga got to go, claim I owe him dough
Do you, baby?
No, take your shit and go
Ayo, son, son (What's up, dunn?)
Yo, word to my mother, son, I got rid of wifey, man
Fuck that (Yeah, son)
Yeah, let's bring it to this fuckin' shit, man (Yeah, yeah)
I hit the first nigga up, man, I don't think they want it, man
I'm sayin', man, let's get to goin', man
Every fuckin' nigga up over here, man)
Fuck that, come on, come on
He pulled up, a black Bimmer, jumpin' out with his heat out
Callin' my team out, I came to work to fuck the beef out
Yo, fuck that, God, where he live? (Not far)
Surveillance his car, nigga, steady parked by the bar
Ayo, Allah, I'ma work it out, everything stabilize
Look him right between the eyes, blazin' 'til I'm fortified
Slide back, push it to the forty-five Marriott
Stoppin' at the weed spot, fuck the cops
Can't see us both gettin' locked, non-stop visionary prop'
He got shot, knew that bullshit had to stop
Plus the spot top, lifted everything off his block
Clear picture, job well done, flip the scripture
Mike the Night Ripper bringin' highs when I hit ya
Shit, I'm wit' ya, and any beef, we'll split ya
Aliotti shine, just like a palace
Now, release the balance, heat lay him down
Off a balance, snitchin', murder comes
When you deal with the guns
Turnin' niggas to stunts, extortin' eight in the funds
Aliotti shine, just like a palace
Now, release the balance, heat lay him down
Off a balance, snitchin', murder comes
When you deal with the guns
Turnin' niggas to stunts, extortin' eight in the funds
Aliotti shine, just like a palace
Now, release the balance, heat lay him down
Off a balance, snitchin', murder comes
When you deal with the guns
Turnin' niggas to stunts, extortin' eight in the funds
Word up, son, I knew that was gon' happen like that, word up
My nigga frontin', yo, son, yo, I'ma
Call you later on or somethin', man
I'm 'bout to get the fuck up outta here, it's gettin' late
No doubt, son, stay up
Aight, one
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