Conflict Lyrics - Singles - Royal Flush

I want it all no question 

Queens terrorism, at his best when I wear my vest and 

Desert Eagle, inferred for protection 

Interceptin, your collection, when I'm makin' section 

Nigga listen, I brake ya ass into submission 

Professionalist, specializin' in this 

Hennessey wit a twist, another nigga miss 

Gone in the abyss, fuckin wit the fish 

Scratch him off the list 

Automatic trey pound seven in my fist, get ya wig split 

Green Eyes rise, Flushing, Queens, 'Lanz Enterprise 

Wise got shine, forever brightly 

Gats forever held tightly, this fight be (don't take us lightly) 

Now stoned be the way Quaz' walk, reppin' New York 

For outlinin' criminal bodies wit white chalk 

Wildin' these streets, I'm playin' for keeps, avoidin the beast 

To keep play the cemetery body, capisce 

The hashish, made me unleash, six through his dome piece 

And that's just to say the least 

But quote for quote, more dough choke throats like inhale smoke 

Forever ready like nine volt, batteries 

Lost casualties, ricochet through ya anatomy 

Another tragedy, wit my family cause catastrophe 

From Queens them Kings call me ya majesty 

Drama has to be, my hostile days, from outta, puff lies 

These high roller somethin', before my shots'll start pumpin' 

6-3 Thug, blow a nigga like drought 

Some say my lifestyle, need to be change 

Scramble and foul, two hundred ten pound 

Take nickel plate, who hold the weight now 

Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin' Cristal 

All thunked out, bent in the streets wit my pistol 

My rhyme noters, rippin' ya meat, for beef I hold it down 

Fuckin' wit the wrong cat, to many gats black 

Phenom never suffer set back, I blast off just like a jet pack 

To crack the barrel, Pacino through over dowel 

Just get a title, find ya life blazin' in the saddle 

Knowin half the battle was just a Queens soldier story 

And fuckin wit niggas unless you asset to all for me 

Spotted the code, with five seconds to explode 

Escape wit the scroll, my family gun ho 

Five hundred mellows, crackin serafino 

Ropin casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun totin, chico 

That organize extortion like the Godfather sequel 

To open eyes to all evils that peoples 

Mainly maintain to do, shittin' where I'm through 

Fuck's not given when I'm rippin through 

Who is you? I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude 

Off top, the Remi had me bent dizzy and shit 

Drunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson's 

Rip, heavy wit shine, diamond flexin' 

Spot lock for possession, welcome to the real world 

Taught 'em why I hate this (We don't a fuck who it is) 

Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz 

1996 to the year I quit, nothin happenin' 

Fuck the yappin', and start clappin' 

All these savages movin' backwards, splittin' they wigs 

Smashin 'em, shootin 'em, red rum for everyone 

Fuck a key, Queens niggas move in tons 

The real number ones, for the chest, ice fish still on the run