Qu-Royal Flush

Qu - Royal Flush Ay yo Flush you been around for a real long time Lemme ask you a question, do you still write rhymes? Ni**a I write commandments, pen hit the paper the fans flip I talk sh*t reason why New York won't quit Everytime that I spit you know I'm throwin' some hot sh*t The West Coast had it locked so you called on a locksmith Then Worldwide came out so Queens could pop sh*t 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 sh*t Now the world runnin' around talkin' about Flush is the nicest Took 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 and listen, waitin' for my time to get it My lifestyle was bitten take it write a move with it Until y'all haters and 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 Ah yes, ah Flush What? Is it true you had a divorce with your wife? Heh, you f**k right I got rid of that b**ch, anything else? Yes yes, uh what do you feel about the rap game? Huh, alright anybody wanna ask me anymore questions? How about you? 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 and wanna bust motherf**ker The only ni**a in Queens with dust motherf**ker And I really live this sh*t do I don't trust motherf**kers Let me talk to you suckers, you fake a** hustlers Your bricks are 17 so your boss's my customer You little a** ni**a with the Mighty Midget figures While y'all was playin' Nintendo I was f**kin' up the dishes Had a bad b**ch butt a** baggin' work in the kitchen The d**e 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 sh*t my kids got towards intuition And I'm never gonna snitch, I'd rather escape from prison You talk sh*t 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 and the rental