[Barron Ricks] "Yeah, once again, (that's right) We about to attack this (Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) Yeah (Nicky Bond) Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro All my little short niggas Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo"
Filling out the cards to your eulogy Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it That's what niggas get for fucking with this maniac depressive nigga with aggression, Smith and Wesson, in his possession Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take For short cake, we won't hesitate I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents Across 110th, to 55th My covenant is protected, I'm doministic Survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my method Good Samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premise I hope you fucking with Glocks and fo' fifths Wrath's Napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists Shatter chins, and bust clips Check it, "here is something you can't understand" Steel Magnolia
[B-Real] I got the steel magnum, bragging, leaving my toe tagged As I get ragga muffin, no bluffing, the body bagged Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static Greed means that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell to meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell Buckshots sting like bees, I smoke trees on the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger Killa G's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy!
[Barron Ricks] Steel Magnolia Magnificent guns bust when 'Uzi Weighs a Ton' And yo' Glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips spells murder, sound synonymous to burner Leave niggas ass up, gasping for air, front seats of truck So who the fuck want me to press on they luck, bastard they son When gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to run Annihilation, destroying all expectations Have relatives embrace your Harlem hospital, we all patient 5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more grip With fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers light So relinquish son, I'm to the finish, and you acknowledge Couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it! Steel Magnolia
[B-Real] Steel Magnolia, bury ya, six niggas carry ya To your final rest area What you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug And your chest beats, blowing out your back, take it easy To your eulogy, open heart surgery Emergency, 911, come in a hurry From the Hills to the Polo realms, stacking the bills I put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill A bitch nigga stepping on my toes, fuck foes and hoes Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose I suppose you want to get wild and throw blows, you chose to get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smoke You're like a fat joint, I'm taking a toke, I'm like coke But you ain't smiling, feeling erratic, a fucking addict To the dope shit, you better hope the shit stop Smooth, holding the Glock, rocking the hot shit