Touch And Go: Steel magnolia

Attendant: "That takes a fourteen shot clipYou expecting an army?"Serpico: "No....just the division"[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 SantoroAll my little short niggazJoe Pesci and all that shit like this yo"Fillin out the cards to your eulogyMurder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck itThat's what niggaz get for fuckin with this maniac depressive niggawith aggresion, Smith and Wesson, in his possessionHarlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the takeFor short cake, we won't hesistateI miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidentsAcross 110th, to 55thMy covenant is protected, I'm doministicSurvival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my methodGood samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premiseI hope you fuckin with Glocks and fo' fifthsWrath's Napolean, so teach your origin, slash wristsShatter chins, and bust clipsCheck it, "here is somethin you can't understand"Steel Magnolia[B-Real]I got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe taggedAs I get raggamuffin, no bluffin, the body baggedBreaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanaticsClean up the magic, chrome startin up staticGreed means that you die quick, click the visionGreed lies anmbition, five slugs for the missionSeven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwellto meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shellBuckshots sting like bees, I smoke treeson the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseasTake in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the triggerKilla G's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy![Barron Ricks]Steel MagnoliaMagnificent guns bust when 'Uzi Weighs a Ton'And yo' Glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clipsspells murder, sound synonymous to burnerLeave niggaz ass up, gaspin for air, front seats of truckSo who the fuck want me to press on they luck, bastard they sonWhen gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to runAnnihilation, destroyin all expectationsHave relatives embrace your Harlem hopital, we all patient5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more gripWith fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers lightSo relinquish son, I'm to the finish, and you acknowledgeCouldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it!Steel Magnolia[B-Real]Steel Magnolia, bury ya, six niggaz carry yaTo your final rest areaWhat you worried though, you ain't above that with a slugAnd your chest beats, blowin out your back, take it easyTo your eulogy, open heart surgeryEmergency, 911, come in a hurryFrom the Hills to the Polo realms, stackin the billsI put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then killA bitch nigga steppin on my toes, fuck foes and hoesGet stuck in the ass like Pete RoseI suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you choseto get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smokeYou're like a fat joint, I'm takin a toke, I'm like cokeBut you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a fuckin addictTo the dope shit, you better hope the shit stopSmooth, holdin the Glock, rockin the hot shit[Barron Ricks]Steel MagnoliaSteel MagnoliaSteel MagnoliaSteel Magnolia