Cold Steel

[Intro: fake movie trailer skit from a comedy record, (main Chorus sample)] "The most devastating horror movie of our time" [*imitated wolf howl*] "So real as to get shocking. So shocking it's unreal. It's... horrible SGM Pictures presents--" ("Cold steel!") [Intro: Phat Kat, (sample)] Ronnie Cash ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-cold steel") ("Cold-cold-cold steel") Carte Blanche I told y'all it don't stop! ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-co'-co' steel") For real... yeah... Cold Steel Show you how I get down, for real! ("Co'-cold steel") It's what you niggas'll get [Verse 1: Phat Kat, (sample)] I told you every time I spit I'm on some classic shit Ronnie Cash and J Dilla on some massive shit While y'all niggas still fakin' on that plastic shit We in the lab, cocked to bomb, straight blastin' shit Or in my red Range changing lanes, passin' shit Chicks at the lights, got 'em flashin' ass and tits Call my wolves, niggas quick to have they asses bit You know it's on when they pull up in them classic whips Jumpin' out with long barrels with expansion clips Now you silly niggas really know it's time to dip Treat you like a broad, make you niggas dance and strip You rappers need a style, I'm here to give you fashion tips I'm in Belize having breakfast with the baddest bitch Go 'head, smoke the bam', I blow the livest spliffs Ronnie Cash, bitch, it don't get no liver than this ("Cold steel") Carte Blanche, way beyond your fuckin' little guest list ("Co'-cold steel") Yes, it's... ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-co'-co'-cold steel") cold steel! [Hook: (sample), Phat Kat] For real! ("Co'-co'-cold steel") ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-cold steel") ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-cold steel") ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-cold steel") ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-co'-co' steel") ("Co'-co'-cold steel") [Verse 2: Elzhi] From cowboys to Indians, cops and robbers Bloods and Crips, Bush to Saddam impostors Slugs with clips contribute to the buck, the temps In thugs and pimps, men moving they drugs for chips They dug a ditch for little Leroy, he was only three Cannons blowed, now it's stuffed animals on a tree Froze from a stray bullet, though it beared no name When it whistled through the air prepared for aim What could make a man cock and squeeze On a block with ease, pop through trees and knock the leaves 'Til somebody's shot and can't possibly breathe? Possibly thieves that reach in your pockets for keys Probably beef between rivalry gangs Or dope fiends, full of coke dreams to get high through the veins You got hitmen that's hired to slain, individuals [spraying] Now they live below the flowers in spring ("Cold steel") Hear them lead showers that "bprrrding!" from moving vehicles ("Co'-co'-cold steel") You could read a few new leads to about the people who was killed I'm chill when their plan reported ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-co'-co' steel") 'Cause someone died the same way yesterday and before it ("Co'-co'-cold steel") You can hide, fade away, be left to pray and ignore it ("Cold steel") Cold! [Hook: (sample)] ("Co'-co'-cold steel") ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-cold steel") ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-co'-co' steel") ("Co'-co'-co'-co'-cold steel") [Verse 3: Phat Kat] You phony rappers had your turn, now it's time to go I'm here to bring you live shows with legitimate flows You still weak rolling 50 deep, sweet as cinnamon rolls The thang I bust'll lay you niggas flat, ten in a row Ronnie Cash, stay on the low, gettin' that dough I'm internet savvy, nigga! Watch my growth I'm mastermindin' an' enterprisin' all types of shit Whatever I write, ASCAP copyright my shit They download me on the MP3 to bite my shit While I sit back, roll my trees, re-light my spliff I spit those Cristal flows, don't spit that Piper's, bitch! I'm hittin' yo main girl, you still wifing that chick?! Right before I blow my load, I put it right on her lips! I compliment your taste, dawg, she got some marvelous tits She coming home, kissin' you? Now that's some trifling shit! The type of shit that make you wanna do some stifling shit Like put ya hands around the chick neck and tighten the grip You couldn't keep your cool, plus you couldn't follow the script No money on your books got you washin' draws for ya chips You used to be a boss, now you sport Kool-Aid on your lips (Cold steel!) [Sample:] "Co'-co'-co'-co'-co'-cold steel"