Royal Flush, N.O.R.E. - What a Shame lyrics

Nuclear War Report, dunn blew after court
He claimed righteous
The God was jeweled down with ices
My man locked up, in the beast
Hit me on the jack
("Yo son, I need loot in this piece!")
I got you, already blessed up, Carhartt
Tommy Hil'
Guess appeal, accept collect call
And keep it real
But I was locked for three, son
You didn't know me
Your bitch had you too, told you
Don't send me no loot
But I survive in Green, shorty sent me cream
Adine moms like
"them niggas ain't real in your team"
Bring the court rap, my first weak
Beef with the staff
Son, where you was at? Called you on the jack
Heard you moved from Iraq to
Iran and cold ran
Ran on me, but you supposed to be my family
Tables turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up north
I'm in the cockpit, coppin' Avirex shit
You in the pen-ile
(penal) , straight foul with crocodile
Pretty boy
My little man you like a little boy
Taught you the crime life, you blame me
You weakling
Yucked up, commissary low, now you thinkin'
While you locked
I got the block locked with padlock
Jealousy and envy, towards me
Word got back to me, you got somethin' for me
Musolini, yo come and see me

What a shame what a shame
What a shame

Now when you got locked up, livin' plush
Sneakers and such
Always flipped it up, on the phone line
You ran it up
Say you stressed and such, few niggas
You had to touch
Plus the shit's rough, sendin' you balloons
Weeded up thug it up, keep it tight
Cuz your girl ain't write
It's all a struggle in life
To sell things and pay the price
But I'm with you, can't let you down son
I miss you but back on the streets
The police want me with you it's official
I'm tryin' to blow them lands like a missile
Holdin' my pistol
To keep it real when I'm with you
Commissary got hit you
Latin Kings try to rip you
Suffer razors an issue
Blowin' niggas like a whistle
COs is tryin' to snitch you
Watch the beam before they frisk you
So just lift weights
I'm layin' low until release date
Word up, son can't wait 'til you come home

Direct sale, judge face to face, no bail
Take it to trial, spend a year on the Isle
First day, Sing-Sing
Walkin through the gates stuff's a shank
Wild nigga walkin' with the link
We was cellblocked, think about
Flush want the top
Put my pictures up, relax for a minute
Kick it up watch the top cat
La Familia got the coke in that
I need a part in that, find 10 dojas
Give 'em dap
Soup 'em up, make 'em feel wild as fuck
Now what up?

I know my real family
New people try to be around me
Try to surround me, gold teeth, ganja leaf
Locked up chief, well let that be
Doorags and kufis, gave me a razor
Recruit me
Now I'll slang, and contraband to the bing
You workin' in the kitchen, ice-pick you
Now you stitchin'
You Scarface, lost ya face, is laced up
So what? You got cut, then you told police
Keep it real in the beast
Same thing as the streets
Wild cats tell, play PC inside a jail
Yo me, did three, never in PC
Stand freely, Musolini, we just a heemy
Life in exile, people like we, penitentiary
Did time, all evolve with crime
Desert mind, police hit strip, caught mine
What, what! What, what! What, what!