Attendant: "That takes a fourteen shot clip
 You 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 Santoro
 All my little short niggaz
 Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo"
 Fillin out the cards to your eulogy
 Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it
 That's what niggaz get for fuckin with this maniac depressive nigga
 with aggresion, 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 hesistate
 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 fuckin with Glocks and fo' fifths
 Wrath's Napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists
 Shatter chins, and bust clips
 Check it, "here is somethin you can't understand"
 Steel Magnolia
 [B-Real]
 I got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe tagged
 As I get raggamuffin, no bluffin, 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 niggaz ass up, gaspin 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, destroyin all expectations
 Have relatives embrace your Harlem hopital, 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 niggaz carry ya
 To your final rest area
 What you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug
 And your chest beats, blowin 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, stackin the bills
 I put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill
 A bitch nigga steppin on my toes, fuck foes and hoes
 Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose
 I suppose you wanna 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 takin a toke, I'm like coke
 But you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a fuckin addict
 To the dope shit, you better hope the shit stop
 Smooth, holdin the Glock, rockin the hot shit
 [Barron Ricks]
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