Cold Steel lyrics

[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 n*ggas'll get

[Verse 1: Phat Kat, (sample)]
I told you every time I spit I'm on some classic sh*t
Ronnie Cash and J Dilla on some massive sh*t
While y'all n*ggas still fakin' on that plastic sh*t
We in the lab, c*cked to bomb, straight blastin' sh*t
Or in my red Range changing lanes, passin' sh*t
Chicks at the lights, got 'em flashin' ass and tits
Call my wolves, n*ggas 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 n*ggas really know it's time to dip
Treat you like a broad, make you n*ggas 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 b*tch
Go 'head, smoke the bam', I blow the livest spliffs
Ronnie Cash, b*tch, it don't get no liver than this ("Cold steel")
Carte Blanche, way beyond your f*ckin' 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 c*ck 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 n*ggas flat, ten in a row
Ronnie Cash, stay on the low, gettin' that dough
I'm internet savvy, n*gga! Watch my growth
I'm mastermindin' an' enterprisin' all types of sh*t
Whatever I write, ASCAP copyright my sh*t
They download me on the MP3 to bite my sh*t
While I sit back, roll my trees, re-light my spliff
I spit those Cristal flows, don't spit that Piper's, b*tch!
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 sh*t!
The type of sh*t that make you wanna do some stifling sh*t
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"