J Dilla - Cold Hearted Steel lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I'm never involved in them brawls My Beretta returns your phone calls I'd rather chrome you all, you know Gotta invoke like it's data and blow your soul To Saturn, it doesn't matter how you roll, I'd rather you go To the cemetery or morgue with 10 or 12 of your boys over hoes, money, or irrelevant wars Whoever ain't nice to the gun or the knife that'll number your nights It's once in his life then he's done it before Now he's a glitch in history so we would mention the mystery A leader or henchmen we done heard it before He never spoils like he's suppose to feel the 'dro and k** you before he feels you close Now that's the price you pay when the fightin' is done You hesitated on life and died with a gun Millions of s**ahs a freeze when the real approach, if you bluffing then you go The steel is cold Thought you was good in the hood if you pull and he pull, he'll run from you, nope That thing you got in your pants can stop any man but it's not in your hand, so... And let us pray that the n***a you face's steel is as cold as yours, I hope [Verse 2: Prodigy] Go downs.. Stumbled off grounds Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time Your dogs was wives, actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns You could run or take the window, son Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like Pavenni's We twist and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin', caught red handed and got remanded, for it A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And send me up a hub tours of state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf Or wait until my time served and get released Cool, back on the streets I seen some old drama I still hold heat to send your a** straight to trauma These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings Pulled out, to my man, look out Commence the warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top Hours of thinkin about how I'mma tip they a** up out the basket Beligerant gla** heads, I'm bashing No knowledge of the man or his action Cla** now is session, soldier boys, today's aim is Never show your heat And don't flame it You playin life, wit a man who lives by the sword And dies naturally against all common laws What, speed on and Peed on