Worldwide lyrics

Artist  : Royal Flush 
Song : Worldwide



 Send "Worldwide" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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



Chorus

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



Chorus