No Holds Barred

Lyrics

[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 [Hook]x2 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, (?) [Hook]x2 [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) [Hook]x2