What A Shame Lyrics - Singles - Royal Flush

[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, 'cause 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