Thorough Fam Lyrics – Royal Flush, Big L

Read the full Thorough Fam lyrics by Royal Flush and Big L along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Royal Flush, Big L]
Queen’s Most Wanted
Representing Flu-Flush Reign Supreme
Big-Big L, L, L
Hahaha
Queen’s Most, Queen’s Most
That’s that backward n!gga, stop playing b!tch
Yo, chicks crossed ways, it’s on right now
It’s Royal Flush and Big L coming at ya
Y’all know about my n!ggas coming out?
Queen’s Most my dogs, right?
Yo, check it
[Verse 1: Royal Flush]
A-yo, the way I feel for these n!ggas, I die for these n!ggas
Queen’s Most Wanted, cock it back and pull triggers
From Lex’ to Ac’ figures, drug dealers, slashed rap n!ggas
From OB to QB where I walk, rest in piece to Bandit
Taking chances in this game alive
We bust off trife, throw bad d!ck to your wife
Jack Dee with no ice, from Southside to the desert
We busting peasants and let my b!tches hold my weapons
I’m Worldwide like my first jam, understand?
Royal Flush in, take it over L, be fair (Be fair)

[Verse 2]
Catch us on the benches, waving toasts, fire ripping
N!ggas’ dreams hurt the business, when n!ggas get loud
Grab the pound, just cock it and make it go ”Bloaw”
That’s how y’all know the flavor, name it, explain the game, player
No games, (??) just called n!ggas from Jamaica
Mega square, that’s how you lay ’em, afraid of this s*it?
Forever find me with the grimy kids that run up in cribs
They call us: ”The Queen’s crackstars”, flavor Nike stretch park
Ran a cause, jewelry swing with a charm
We get it on, coming stuffed, let the barrel revolve
So watch your money where your mouth is, show you how we house this

Be on the corners, fly shooting, dice shouting
N!ggas wilding, y’all know the housing, even the fiends ’bout it
You get surrounded while you count that s*it
We all conniving ’bout this b!tch, should have known that, kid
Queen’s Most take loot, grimy n!ggas that shoot
Advise you to fall back and your crew, tell ’em too (And your crew, tell ’em too)

[Interlude: Big L]
Queen’s Most Wanted, Queen’s—
Y’all know where the fu*k I’m from (From)
Big L Corleone, I’m not finished
Y’all know where the fu*k I’m from (Word, word)
Queen’s Most Wanted, Queen’s—
Y’all know where the fu*k I’m from (From)
Big L Corleone, I’m not finished
Y’all know where the fu*k I’m from

[Verse 3: Big L, (??)]
Yo, it’s Corleone and Queen’s Most, we bust ’til your whole team ghost
Everywhere we go, we must bring toast
Forever popping the chrome, always dropping a poem
I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome
However you want it is how I’m gonna give it to you, Big L style (Big L style)
They brought it back to the streets ’cause that s*it sell now
So pal, back up a bit, give me some elbow space
I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
So I’ma lace the jewels up with nice baguettes
Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks
Y’all n!ggas better stop fronting ’cause I might get vexed
And I’ma run up on y’all and slice yours necks
With the machete, pockets heavy
Slang more cane than Eddie, I represent uno-tres-nueve
Time is money, so I stay late, I’m quick to slide a playmate
Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate (Word up)

[Verse 4]
Now akh, you, yo let me see your boss ’cause you ain’t real with yours
I rock the cross, show love for all the mens I lost
Yo, why you showing off, my team is out here getting off?
I cop (??), right my n!ggas up north
Yo, when I kick it boy, I rip it, shake your whole district
If you ain’t down, get with it or you getting lifted
That’s ripped in half, ask rap, I write a paragraph
In for the cash and that ass, tell me what ain’t bad? (Tell me what ain’t bad?)

[Outro: Royal Flush, Big L]
Yeah-yeah, uh-huh
It’s sick, you know how we do, we wear crowns
A large n!gga, spit in your (??)
Queen’s Most Wanted, Queen’s—
Y’all know where the fu*k I’m from (From)
Big L Corleone, I’m not finished
Y’all know where the fu*k I’m from (I’m from, word, word)
Queen’s Most Wanted, Queen’s—
Y’all know where the fu*k I’m from (From)
Big L Corleone, I’m not finished
Y’all know where the fu*k I’m from (I’m from)
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