| Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
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| Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C
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| Royal Flush AKA Doc Holiday, all day
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| The act jeeps, for foreplay, I keep it the raw way
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| My lifestyle’ll spendin these riches and fuck bitches
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| Coppin keys and smokin mad weed on the benches
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| I’m street struck, that’s why your man Rob got buck
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| Keep ya guards up, and God bless that nigga that’s tough
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| I hate to open up ya face, half moon you wit the razor
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| Flush, you run for Mayor of New York, best over take ya
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| Plus my shit is flavor, my mind increase ill behavior
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| Blow the detonator, my life story is gettin greater
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| Linen suits and gators, private jets to Las Vegas
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| You can watch me, but can’t stop me
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| My crew is wild like the Nazi
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| And keep my neck flooded like Liberaci
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| And high speed, livin his life in luxury
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| Drop top ease, I’m tryin to get money, across seas
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| While my lady shippin agent 3−80's, from Germany
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| Who to say I’m shady, just to calm nigga crazy
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| Affastinate me, it’s sabotage, all that hates me
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| New York inspire rhymes, like a Flush crime
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| And organize wit the best dominant sex wit techs
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| Till we all rest, invest in cool Glocks and jets
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| Five thousand dollar pents, blue gets up in my Rolex
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| It’s Saddam takin over, ripin a range rover
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| A black Casanova, worldwide, should of told ya
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| How I get down, representin Queens is my style
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| Crack the bubble now, I bring the trouble foul
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| You P.C. |
| just like the Isle, won’t settle for another East coast props
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| And cameo spots and New York Undercover
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| And burnin rubber through the street’s lights
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| And black wizard weed pipe
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| That make me smoke pineapple wit my A-alike
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| God bless the street, rebel mind to the test
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| The higher inferred, record cake nigga, Corleone respect
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| I wanna seal wit my Kiko, destiny and maximillions
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| Gold bricks to build buildings, diamond sets, spiritualism
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| Rainbow, force fields, my niggas that toss steel
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| Conceal the heat, slum in the street, believe it’s all real
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| Nothin really changed, but the game had it’s season
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| Go against the grain and we flame you for treason
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| You must of been insane to think that Queens and you was even
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| Repped the worldwide, wit tight fists and now you leavin
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| New York is reason, for the nation to believe in
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| My ways, Fort Knox plans, Royal Flush, Phenom P
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| Equity plans, and if you missed it, Movin On Your Weak
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| Had you twisted, the 'Lanz fam tradition ancient like the pyramid |