War lyrics

Artist  : Royal Flush 
Song : War



 Send "War" Ringtone to your Cell 

  [Royal Flush]
Flush is ready for combat, bust gats
You really want to f**k wit this tough cat? Get
smacked
Cuz I ain't scared of sh*t in this world, black
My 44 impact will solve that, all of that
Basically off top, just give me mines and get
dropped
By the same kids, that shot the cops inside the
coke spot
Oh well, gettin drunk, another story to tell
New York is like prison, Q Borough's my cell
Would be by clientele, you fail to realize it's
real
Wit mass appeal, let the blood spill
Don't even see his grill, what the deal?
An overdose of taft, be the nigga ass
Only out for cash, master Mayan staff
And in my lab, shorty naked countin cash
Whip a '96 Path, and put the gun inside the smash
Livin everyday like it's my last, takin 5 pulls
and pass
Guarantee to blast in this game, wit no shame
Cape chain, ice wrist, wit flooded fist
Drivin is some plush shit, exotic bit*hes suckin
my dick
It's like a mob flick, speakin on some mob shit
Some marvelous, the God is confident
The black arsonist that's always startin shit

[many people talkin]

[Royal Flush]
Who's to blame? Man or cocaine? This world is
insane
 
Drama remain, codefendant hold me down in the
game
Smokin weed wit different names, wet ya crew like
rain
And rep in my hood, you knew that I would, blow
up ya act, vigga
Quick to school a nigga, you be you, blow a
trigga
And he lost his finger, blow him in his spine,
make him cripple
Distribute, whole entire world, drug related is
the issue
A lot of niggas say I talk too much about my
pistol
You f**kin right I do, you talkin I murder you
Push up convertible, we runnin international
While tech's harassin you, they wild like animals
You never know what to do, 'fore they challenge
you
Domain'll stand still, the way I feel, you got
the tray cases
This the tray 8, whatever it takes, I gots to
escape

[more people talkin]

[Royal Flush]
I declare war, sensitive niggas that can't score
Break jaws, outlaw nigga you die for
But keep it raw, spark up a war, f**k what you
came for
Grab the gun and go for yours, f**k the cords,
hit the top boss
Don't take a lost, never that, no turnin back
Official stack, and try to stay more, the phones
tap
Cuz they on my back for sellin crack bodies and
all that