Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cypress Hill
Performer
B. Ricks
Performer
Reggie Stewart
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Freese
Composer
B. Ricks
Composer
Larry Muggerud
Composer
DJ Muggs
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Muggs
Producer
DJ Muggs for Soul Assassins
Producer
Troy Staton
Engineer
Manny Lecuona
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(That takes a fourteen shot clip)
(You expectin' an army?)
(No, just a division)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, once again
We about to attack this
Yeah
Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro
All my little short ****
Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo
[Verse 3]
Filling out the cards to your eulogy
Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it
That's what **** get for fuckin' with this maniac depressive ****
With aggression, Smith and Wesson in his possession
Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy **** on the take
For short cake, we won't hesitate
I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents
Across 110th to 55th
My covenant is protected, I'm doministic
Survival principals my ethics, Eastern philosophy's my method
Good samaritans need paramedics, so what's your premise?
I hope you fuckin' with Glocks and fo'fifths
Wrath's Napoleon, so teach your origin, slash wrists
Shatter chins, and bust clips
Check it, here is something you can't understand
Steel magnolia
[Verse 4]
I got the steel magnum brag, 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 ambition, 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, Mister Freeze, squeeze the trigger
Killer G's got you weak at the knees, yo, take it easy
[Verse 5]
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 **** ass up, gaspin' for air, front seats of truck
So who the fuck want me to press on they luck?
Bastard they son, when gas starts to hum and whole crowds
Begin to run, annihilation
Destroying all expectations
Have relatives embrace your Harlem hospital, we all patient
5 foot 6, conceal 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, ****, stop it
Steel magnolia
[Verse 6]
Steel magnolia, bury ya, six **** carry ya
To your final rest area
What you worried though? You ain't above that with a slug
And chest beats, blowin' out your back, take it easy
To your eulogy, open heart surgery
Emergency 9-1-1, come in a hurry
From the hills to the Polo realms, stackin' bills
I put you under my lo-lo, hit the switch then kill
A bitch **** steppin' on my toes, fuck foes and hoes
Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose
I supposed you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose
To get your nose 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
[Verse 7]
Steel magnolia
Steel magnolia
Steel magnolia
Steel magnolia
Written by: B. Ricks, Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese

