Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War, artist - Royal Flush. Album song Ghetto Millionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.08.1997
Record label: Blunt
Song language: English
War |
| Flush is ready for combat, bust gats |
| You really want to fuck wit this tough cat? |
| Get smacked |
| Cuz I ain’t scared of shit 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 bitches 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 |
| 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 fuckin right I do, you talkin I murder you |