Illiodic Shine, just a palace Now, release the lay 'em down, off of balance Snitchin murder comes, when you deal wit the Turn a nigga to sons, extortin the funds
Geronimo] Hold the diamondback, release the artist a quarterback Or the mack, I caught a black and blue the trouble at I stash ones, shoot a legal guns Who on the run, did the counts, and murder one A hustle, niggas livin bundle to bundle And jungle cats smuggle from the to the cypher
Flush] And stack it never, these Queens niggas run is And got it lock, takin over blocks wit rocks Makin happen hops, bitch ass niggas call cops of static, my 44 bustin straight through you cabbage First is average, I'm civilizin, you'se a savage Street habits, ya niggas is feminine faggots
[Mic the automatic, mahogany hand on the steam On who fiend, I'm comin straight from Queens Organize on the fiends, up on you team an empty and fill you up inside wit eighteen
[Royal Strictly for the cream, em wit the heat, watch them bleed Who you tryin to see, Flush and Mic G., your worst
[Mic down a double shots of Hennesey Illegal mercenary, diversify,
[Royal Start the combat, stay relax, dead nuts, never Keep the gat, actual facts, you get Verbally attack, yoke him from the back, he comin at He strapped, I'm strapped, bustin me, I'm back
Kaysaan] Don't want no problem God, I know you large It was my man Todd, he me on the job
Flush] It wasn't to tell one of you niggas'll snitchin Straight up and down, bitchin, niggas in position Tie 'em and down miss 'em, shootin in 'em Aiyo Kiko, wrap his body, it near the rowdy They calico's and shotties, wifey pack ya bag and the Mazzarati (What boo?) Just take my seed and lay low In the Pocono, this nigga gotta, claim I owe him (Do you baby?) Take shit and go
[Royal (Mic Geronimo) He pulled out a black Beemer, jumpin out wit his out (Callin my team out, I came to work the beef out) Yo fuck God, where he live? (Not far) Surveillance is car, niggas stay by the bar (Aiyo, Allah, work it out, everything stabilize Like him between the eyes, blaze it till I'm 4 to 5 back, push it to the 45 Marriot Stoppin at the weed spot, the cops Can't see us both locked Nonstop, prop) He got shot, knew that bullshit had to Plus the spots hots, everything off his block picture, job well done, flip the scripture (Mic the night ripper, bringin when I hit ya Nigga I'm wit ya, and any will split ya)
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