Tytuł: What a shame

• Wykonawca: Royal Flush
• Wyświetleń: 328

  
   [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