Lyrics Iced Down Medallions - Royal Flush, Noreaga

Iced Down Medallions

Motion Picture
Analyze the Royal Flush’ll hit ya
Dominate the scripture
Wild black emperor, protecting your perimeter
Rockin Jew-waal, bring on the minister, sober while I’m sticking ya
And roll a dutch of a indica
Shorty I’ve been whipping ya for years now
Gold teeth smile on the prowl
My lifestyle
Or better yet my position now
To blow you cats like trial
Smooth criminal
From New York to Quebec
Unbelieveable respect
Plan X
22 ways up out the projects
But keep focus Iraq
Wastelands on the quest
Gettin' deeper than check
We all die, but who’s next?
And we go again
My enemies I keep friends
Cuz when I want 'em, I got 'em, and take 'em rock bottom
And rapid fire
I’ts you-vs.-I-uh
Hit man for hire blow the world like a live wire
Cuban connection, flexion, whylin', sippin' Cristal by the gallon,
Queens Stalion
(Royal Flush-No doubt)
Iced down medallions
(Royal Flush-What's it all about?)
Iced down medallions
Cuban connection, flexion', whylin', sippin Don P by the gallon, Queens stallion
(Royal Flush-No doubt)
Iced down medallions
(Royal Flush-What's it all about?)
Iced down medallions
Seen shit
Holdin it down my guns spit
Find my deal wit
Drive a 5−40 wit tint
Yo nice
Hold the strip up on the hill in the bricks
Flush the golden Kid
Wisdom knowledge, still living
Understand what I’m given
A wild life to live in, while we all driven
We sell drugs young black thugs
Who take slugs
Most invincible, gettin' money’s the principle
Everyday’s an interview
You know who
I’m talkin to the best chosen
Laying on 45th and Colden
Sellin drugs 'til the mornin
Swifter than my opponets
Fuck around and catch a bonus
One love to Ryan Owens
When you died I wasn’t holdin'
And ever since that day I walk around double toastin
With two holsters
Wanted posters
Plus whatever’s closest
Or die like your man in that black Testarossa
Flush don’t give a fuck, I’m taking over
Now past the Hen-Rock
Invest in thirty G’s of stock
None stop
Crystal poppin
Drop toppin
While the feds whatchin
They on my back heat me up like Al Pacino
Or Joe Pesci in Casino (Noreaga: Que pasa, amigo?)
Take keys of perico
Transport state to state
Livin' great
Bust around a hell gate
Can the key
Money man
Regulate
New York City, crime state
And bless ya L’s be on track to make an earthquake
Now wait
Desert Storm just like Kuwait
Watch jake
Can’t go to jail wit' no cake
Cause when I come home I’ve got to live crazy straight
Word up, you know mean?
Dust off the gat, royal flush, word up
Back to Iraq, Lefrak, regulate, word up, combine that, Royal Flush, bitchass…