Blue Steel Songtext
von M.O.P.

Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I'm packin′ blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel

Plow! I′m shootin' motherfuckers in the belly
Spread ′em like jelly, play 'em like skelly
I′m representin' for the real niggas
Fake moves, make moves, you fuck around, I have to kill niggas
I pack a nine that have 'em wanna box
With a gun or I can knock ′em out the box with a ox
Niggas gotta pay the piper then
And I know you′re mad, cocksucker, because it ain't no type of wins


Niggas throw rhymes, I throw rhymes back
If niggas wanna throw crime, I throw crimes back
If niggas wanna throw props, I throw props back
Them niggas wanna throw shots, I throw ′em back and lay 'em flat
So if you ever think of tryin′ to get loose
I do your ass like Bishop did Rahiem in "Juice"
Kid, I'm tellin′ you now you can't afford it

And I bust a nigga ass quick on the mic that's extorted
Crazed, I rock for days on blaze with Laze E Laze
You niggas get blazed, the Fame can′t be fazed
Huh, you couldn′t make us for a try-out, punk, you die out
I wet shit up even when I got the dry mouth
It's time I let ′em know the deal
Nowadays, shit is real, so I'm packin′ blue steel

Say what? Say what? Say what?
I'm packin′ blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I'm packin' blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin′ blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I'm packin′ blue steel


Clack-clack, salute from the ill nigga Bill
I represent Gunsmoke Hill (I'm packin′ blue steel)
I'm comin′ at you to take your wealth
If I endanger your health, that's 'cause you did that your damn self
I blow your motherfuckin′ back out, I keep a ill feelin′
I'm wide open like John Dillon
When you come, you better be armed, son, see, I works with mine
You know what′s happenin' to you, it′s 'hammer time′

Out the streets a real raw man
I'm top dog, man, I'm your connection with the morgue man
For my peoples I put two in your face
(Clack-clack) motherfucking mob style with some tapes
′Cause Danzenie ain′t fakin' no jammers
A herb nigga tremor (tremor), real niggas job in summer (summer)
It′s cool to see 'em bangin′ for that new school
And all my niggas, they work with they tools

So make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)
Make a move (make a move)
Lick shot (lick shot)

Yo Bill, you got the ifth? (Yeah, yeah!)
One in the head? (Yeah, yeah!)
You got the pound? (Yeah, yeah!)
Let's kill ′em dead
But first I wanna get some, you really gonna diss 'em
'Cause I′ma blast his motherfuckin′ ass like a system

Yo, if you go we all do, 'cause you know we all crew
Somebody fuck with me, I know they got to fuck with you too
And cocksucker, you want it
In your next life, you′re nailed just like the last bitch nigga that fronted

So if you want beef, just set it (yeah)
Because it don't cost nothin′ to send your ass to the paramedics
The four-pound'll make ′em hit the ground
So buck 'em down (buck 'em down)
Buck ′em, buck ′em, buck 'em down

Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I'm packin′ blue steel

Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel
Say what? Say what? Say what?
I′m packin' blue steel