Royal Flush

Royal Flush - What a Shame lyrics

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[Noreaga]

New kid, War Report, dunn blew out the court

He claim righteous, the God was jeweled down wit ices

My man locked up, in the beast, hit me on the Jag

(Aiyo son, I need loot in this piece)

I got you, already blessed up, caught hard Tommy Hill

Guess appeal, accept collect call, and keep it real

But I was locked for three, son you didn't know me

Your bitch had you sue, told you, don't send me no loot

But I survive in 'Green, shorty sent me cream, Adine

Moms like, the niggas ain't real in your team

Bring the court rap, my first weak, beef wit the staff

Son, where was you at?, called you on the jack

Heard you moved from Iraq to Iran and cold ran

Ran on me, but you supposed to be my family

Tables turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up north

I'm in the cockpit, coppin Averate shit

You in the P now, straight foul wit crocodile

Pretty boy, my little man you like a little boy

Taught you the crime life, you blame me, you weakling

Yucked up, commissary low, now you thinkin

While you locked, I got the block lock wit padlock

Jealousy and envy, towards me

Word got back to me, you got somethin for me

Musolini, yo come and see me



[several samples from The Jones Girls "When I'm Gone"]



[Royal Flush]

Now when you got locked up, livin plush, sneakers as such

Always flipped it up, on the phone line, you ran it up

Say you stressed as such, few niggas you had to touch

Plus the shit's rough, sendin you balloons, read it up

Thug it up, keep it tight, cuz your girl on right

It's all a struggle in life, to sell things and pay the price

But I'm wit you, can't let you down son, I miss you

But back on the streets, the police want me wit you

It's official, I'm tryin to blow them lands like a missile

Holdin my pistol, to keep it real when I'm wit you

Commissary a hit you, like Kings try to rip you

Suffer razors an issue, blowin niggas like a whistle

Geo.'s 'a try to snitch you, watch the beam before they fish you

So just lift weight, I'm layin low until release date



[more samples from The Jones Girls "When I'm Gone"]



[Royal Flush]

Direct sale, judge face to face, no bail

Take it to trail, spend a year on the Isle

First day, Sing-Sing, walkin through the gates

Stuff's a shame, wild nigga walkin wit the length

We was cellblocked, think about, Flush want the top

Put my pictures up, relax for a minute, kick it up

Watch the top cat, La Familia got the coke in that

I need a part in that, fine tango, just give 'em cash

Soup 'em up, make 'em feel wild as fuck, now what up?



[Noreaga]

I know my real family, new people try to be around me

Try to surround me, goatee, ganja leaf

Locked up chief, well let that be

Doorags and cuffies, gave me a razor, recruit me

Now I'll slang, and catch a band, til the bing

You workin in the kitchen, ice pick and now ya snitchin

You Scarface, lost ya face, is laced up

So what, you got cut, then you told police

Keep it real in the beast, same thing in the streets

Wild cats tell, play PC inside a jail

Yo me, did three, never in PC

Stand freely, Musolini, we just a heemy

Life in exile, people like we, penitentiary

Did time, all evolve wit crime

Desert mind, police hit strip, caught mine

what, what, what, what, what, what
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