Questions lyrics

by

Sheek Louch


[Royal Flush]
Ay yo Flush you been around for a real long time
Lemme ask you a question, do you still write rhymes?
n*gga 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
Ook 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 & listen, waitin' for my time to get it
My lifestyle was bitten take it write a move with it
Until y'all haters & 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

[Reporter]
Ahh yes, ahh Flush

[Royal Flush]
What?
[Reporter]
Is it true you had a divorce with your wife?

[Royal Flush]
Heh you f*ck right I got rid of that b*tch, anything else?

[Reporter]
Yes yes, uh what do you feel about the rap game?

[Royal Flush]
Huh!?....alright anybody wanna ask me anymore questions? How about you?

[Royal Flush]
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*cker?
I'm the reason why the cops don't talk & wanna bust motherf*cker
The only n*gga in Queens with dust motherf*cker
And I really live this sh*t do I don't trust motherf*ckers
Let me talk to you suckers, you fake ass hustlers
Your bricks are 17 so your boss's my customer
You little ass n*gga with the Mighty Midget figures
While y'all was playin' Nintendo I was f*ckin' up the dishes
Had a bad b*tch butt ass baggin' work in the kitchen
The dope 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*ck hoes we sit 'em
You still be outta town with them bricks & the rental
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