Cold Steel

[Intro] Ronnie Cash Carte Blanche I told y'all it don't stop For real Show you how I get down for real It's what you niggas a get [Phat Kat] I told you every time I spit I'm on some classic shit Ronnie Cash and J Dilla on some massive shit Why y'all niggas still fakin' on that plastic shit We in the lab, concocting bombs, straight blastin' shit When my red range changing lanes, pass that shit Chicks at the lights, gotta 'em flashin' ass and tits Called 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 its 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 ahead, smoke the [?], I'm blowin' lavish spliffs Ronnie Cash, bitch, it don't get no liver than this Carte Blanche, waiting on your little guest list Yes this [Elzhi] From cowboys to indians, cops and robbers Bloods and crips, Bush and Saddam imposters Slugs from clips, trippy to the [?] Thugs and pimps, man they moving their drugs for chips They dug a ditch for little Leroy He was only three Cannon blown out stuffed animals on a tree Froze to a stray bullet Though it beared no name When it whistled through the air prepare for aim What could make a man cock and squeeze On a block with ease Pop through trees and knock the leaves Somebody's shot can't possibly breathe Possibly be, reach in your pocket for keys Probably be between robbery, gangs, and dope fiends For the coke dreams and get high from the vains You got hitmen that's high as slain individuals Now they live below the flowers in spring Hear them lead showers that *pring* from under vehicles You can read a few new leads into about the people who was killed I'm sure when they planned before it [?] same way yesterday and before it You can high and fade away, pick up the plan, ignore it [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 be rolling 50 deep, sweet as Cinnamon rolls [?] black ten and a roll Ronnie Cash, stay on the low, gettin that dough I'm in that [?], nigga, watch my growth I'm masterminding [?] all types a shit But if I recite, ask that papi write my shit They download me on the mp3, they bite my shit While I sit back, roll my 3's, relight my spliff Spit your crystal flows, don't [?] bitch I'm here with your main girl, you still wifin' that chick? Right before I blow my load I put it right on her lips I compliment your taste, dawg, she's got some marvelous tits She comin' home, kissin' you, now that's some trifling shit The type of shit that makes you wanna do some stiflin' shit Like put your hands around your chick neck then tighten the grip You couldn't keep your cool, but you couldn't follow the flip [?] You used to be a boss, now I just bought Kool-Aid on ya lips