Royce da 5'9", Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Cold Hearted Steel lyrics

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 kill 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 suckahs 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 nigga you
Face's steel is as cold as yours, i hope

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 ass 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 ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man or his action
Class 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