Regulate

[Intro: Royal Flush]
Aiiiggghttt
Know what I mean?
First of all, type of situations you go through everyday our life
Know what I mean? (Heyyyyy!)
All ? what you got without a gun (Know what I mean?)
I just can't see this to anyone of us
Some of us let y'know how to deal with realism of this shit

[Verse 1: Royal Flush]
It was a hot day, fuckin wit shorty round way
Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J all day
The NSX pull out the driveway
Feelin' like Scarface, desperado on the case
Niggas an ace, celebrate livin it great
Into your mind state, a lock front, but Flush straight
Over wound ya faith, hold it down across state
You know, fitted hat, Tommy shorts to match, lay back
Executioner of rap, that bring stat
Face the phat, tattoo on my arm, and pack gat
Never mind that, quick reflexes, I bust back
Party back to back, New York, where it's at?
Hold up stop for a second...
Bring it back cousin!
Let's have a good time, cipher wit the Dutch combine
Respect mine, that's why you live the deaf, dumb and the blind
Bottom line, let's all shine, can't be mad at what's mine
It took a lot to get these props, three shots and almost got rocked
My hustle on the roof top, the watch cop, and I'm gettin crazy cheddar
Drivin rose, Bentleys and better
The street contemplate the terror, the rhymes sever
And overdose speak broadcastin niggas leakin, probably thinkin
I'm just a wise nigga drinkin

[Hook: Royal Flush + Mic Geronimo (x2)]
Whatever you do, you gotta get ya shit straight
No time to wait, make money and regulate

[Verse 2: Mic Geronimo]
While on the mailbox, sit and steamin, peep the demon, techs were schemin
Seen it in they eyes gleamin
Sorta like the shine, 'cept the thoughts son divine
Run wild inside they minds, maybe had somebody by me
My body wit lacerations, cuts, abrasions
Wounds I couldn't slide, from when the bullets started blazin
Awaken from concentration, started to skate
My heart rate, amagortex wit no brakes
Jump the gate, hit the ground on my side, but no pain
Turn around and find her comin like a runaway freight train
And play you, I see blues and cars are too
Choose or lose, ain't no option in my everyday news
Grab the heat and slide, maybe jump up in the ride
Now my nigga Flush, he like lamped on the side
Strictly sorta Cajun, relax, mind lacin
Line cooperation, now to start activation
Ill collaboration, from a team now you facin
We break nation, flew back style afflatus
I only roll daily, wit the God burst heatin
Chill, a mass mill, lay back, leave it dubblin
Money for bubblin, from 95 thru recoverin
My crew smotherin, carry Benjamin's and jugglin

[Hook: Royal Flush + Mic Geronimo (x4)]

[Ending]
Uh, yeah (I told ya!)
Green Nation (Regulation)
Mic G, Royal Flush (No doubt)
(I told ya!) 96, 97 shit
TVT R (LP)
Ahhh, uh...
(I told ya!)
97, no doubt