[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