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[Royal Flush] Ay yo Flush you been around for a real long time lemme ask you a question, do you still write rhymes? Nigga I write commandments, pen hit the paper the fans flip I talk shit reason why New York won't quit Everytime that I spit you know I'm throwin' some hot shit the West Coast had it locked so you called on a locksmith Then Worldwide came out so Queens could pop shit and I really did sell coke so I talk about mad bricks I got a lil' paper so you know I push mad whips when Iced Out came out taught y'all how to ice shit Now the world runnin' around talkin' about Flush is the nicest ook some time off had a lot of work I had to get it off label me the street boss a lotta rappers fell off I watched laugh & listen, waitin' for my time to get it my lifestyle was bitten take it write a move with it Until y'all haters & y'all corny critics cause what I put in this rap game a lotta rappers wouldn't of lived it ....Dig it? Alright back up back up [Reporter] Ahh yes, ahh Flush [Royal Flush] What? Songtexte[Reporter] Is it true you had a divorce with your wife? [Royal Flush] Heh you f**k right I got rid of that bitch, anything else? [Reporter] Yes yes, uh what do you feel about the rap game? [Royal Flush] Huh!?....alright anybody wanna ask me anymore questions? How about you? [Royal Flush] Yeah I felt that Flush, Worldwide, Iced Down was hot but lemme ask you a question do you hustle on the block? Say what motherf**ker? I'm the reason why the cops don't talk & wanna bust motherf**ker The only nigga in Queens with dust motherf**ker and I really live this shit do I don't trust motherf**kers Let me talk to you suckers, you fake ass hustlers your bricks are 17 so your boss's my customer You little ass nigga with the Mighty Midget figures while y'all was playin' Nintendo I was f**kin' up the dishes Had a bad bitch butt ass baggin' work in the kitchen the dope called it Candy Girl cause it felt like New Edition And I still feel like Bate when the feds is out fishin and without this rap shit my kids got towards intuition And I'm never gonna snitch, I'd rather escape from prison you talk shit we hit 'em, you got shines we stick 'em you got dough we get 'em, you f**k hoes we sit 'em You still be outta town with them bricks & the rental Aus Songtexte Mania