[Chorus 2X: Mic Geronimo (Royal Flush)]
  It go one for all my people in the pen doing time
  Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin crime
  If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar
  (Makin Moves y'all, Makin Moves y'all)
  
  [Royal Flush]
  I'm going thru the levels of hell, where life get token by a drug sale
  Weigh ya grams on ya scale, holdin block for real
  Shootin niggas out to kill, savin money for bail
  While the takes make ya squeal, beat you down til you ill
  It's a struggle muthafucka, when you walk wit ya steel
  While the base heads lookin for someone that deal
  While my Ryan died tryin to eat his last meal
  Seen it come and go, many succeed, but some bleed
  Goin day by day, carryin works like a disease
  Do you get the picture, the basic fact, why we strapped
  While little kids kidnapped, and cars get jacked
  Bring it to a man that could never help you wit that
  I'm on the road to the riches, bitches countin my stack
  Keep the red eyes, and shootin bullets back to back
  Hypnotize smokin la, sometime it feels like pipe
  I gotta get mind, you gotta get yours, by all cause
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Royal Flush]
  That's why I sit back and smoke my reefer listen what the Gods teach ya
  Fuck a preacher, holdin guns'll great ya
  Streets make it hard to survive, so most die
  Some niggas is paralyzed, catchin slugs in they spine
  Do the mankind, holdin my nine, commitin crimes
  Sometime my mind relax, leave the block then come back
  It's all affected way cracks and little kids packin gat
  Bitches fuckin for stat, New York is wild like that
  Perhaps you got an open cause judge in ya face
  Sister made a mistake, got you layin upstate
  5 to 15, holdin ya ox, from gettin wop
  While somebody else fuckin ya girl right on ya block
  Niggas bustin that cops for props
  These streets is hot, sawed-off shotguns and weed spots
  Snitches that eavesdrop, first of all started hard rocks
  Stealin outta car, last night they talk nonstop, word
  
  [Chorus 2X]