No Holds Barred

[Verse 1: Royal Flush]

Drugs, money, murder and sex

Flashing two Tecs to make you understand and respect

Spaz for wreck, twenty Gs around the neck

It flies again, you talk shit, I'm violent

Shorty on my dick

Five workers holding my *(strip ?) (sound more like "street")*

Bossy bosses, money come back with no losses

It's New York, niggas dying over blood sport

Break a Dutchie, roll up in court, I fight with force

Still shine when the lights is off, your click is off

I'm gangsta, let me bust some rounds at you wankstas

Cold name, Flush the greatest, breaking your (?) and dad is whatever get splattered

I laugh at you rappers, I hang with the (?), doo-rags, sweats and (?)

D's attack us, blowing right back us for practice

Lie on the mattress, but your stomach where your back is

Royal Flush and M.O.P, you know it's street madness

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We go one on one, gun on gun

Bust nut inside the same chick, we gone son on son

What would you rather have baby, fun or none ?

You wanna go do some real shit then front on us

[Verse 2: Matt Fingaz]

Yeah, I'm on some wilded out white shit, on my passion

If you feel like Tommy Tee (storm for action?)

You missed up rapping it's like M.O.P. stop mashing

Only white kid on the team, feel like a junk passing

(You best' stop blastin') Yeah that's what's up

I'm like a iced out track star running with flush

(Gunning the cunts) That's hell while you're bored as hell

Even your truck team got bored and (?) itself

(What else?) Fuck around, I ain't even (?)

You want weed? You're so poor you can't afford the smell (shit)

A stoned poor mean son of a bitch

Fingers three-sixteen so I crushed your chin

Spit on me cause I bust it quick

You know M.O.P. and Flush, but saying "who the fuck is this?"

It's Matt Fingaz see me on rap hits

(Firing Squad!) Yeah, (?)

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[Verse 3: Lil Fame]

This is the update

You figure it out, love, hate

But I'm a hate to love and fill your face with slugs

(damn one law) Nigga, brave Lil Fame

I'll put a bat to your ass like cold baseball

(Blaze) D-D-D-Don't fuck around

These streets, I'm in it

Of course I'm silly

Yo those waves look nice

Watch these slugs dive in it

Put a hood over your head or put about five on it

[Verse 4: Billy Danze]

See what niggas were saying themselves

The only true blue word putting work for the field, nigga (Who you?)

I was given a technique so deep from these streets

That the thugs love and shall never mistreat me (now)

Fuck y'all niggas (and the whole shit rolled it on)

Face the flames with that thang tell 'em to get it on

I've done fucked up a substantial amount of men

And if time rewinds, I'll fuck em up again (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

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