Phat Kat - Cold Steel lyrics

[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 n***as a get [Phat Kat] I told you every time I spit I'm on some cla**ic sh** Ronnie Cash and J Dilla on some ma**ive sh** Why y'all n***as still fakin' on that plastic sh** We in the lab, concocting bombs, straight blastin' sh** When my red range changing lanes, pa** that sh** Chicks at the lights, gotta 'em flashin' a** and tits Called my wolves, n***as quick to have they a**es bit You know it's on when they pull up in them cla**ic whips Jumpin out with long barrels with expansion clips Now you silly n***as really know its time to dip Treat you like a broad, make you n***as 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**h Go ahead, smoke the [?], I'm blowin' lavish spliffs Ronnie Cash, b**h, 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 d** 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 co*k 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 k**ed 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 [?], n***a, watch my growth I'm masterminding [?] all types a sh** But if I recite, ask that papi write my sh** They download me on the mp3, they bite my sh** While I sit back, roll my 3's, relight my spliff Spit your crystal flows, don't [?] b**h 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 sh** The type of sh** that makes you wanna do some stiflin' sh** 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