(feat. Barron Ricks)    [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]  Steel Magnolia  Steel Magnolia  Steel Magnolia  Steel Magnolia