Steady and Cool Songtext
von Steady B

E: Yo
S: What′s up Cool?
E: Yo what's up Stead?
S: Check it out, we got some old crazy funky shit for you this time
E: Damn that shit bumpin′ too
S: So you know what I want you to do
Coming straight out the HDH Nation?
E: What's up?
S: Yo man slay them motherfuckers


Intro, let's start the show
Suckers can′t flow so now it′s time for me to go
'Cause see it′s cooler than before
As soon as I see 'em a million miles from the door
′Cause it ain't no more talkin′
So when you see me you best be walkin'
Matter of fact you better run
You know the rules 'cause you′re messin′ with the wrong one
But you're proud to stay in front
But that′s what I really want
A fight, that you think you wanna start
Knowin' all along you′s a bitch to the heart
Lettin' your boys hype you up
You got to be smokin′, you got to be piped up
(Boozin') to think you're gonna luck up
Against me, boy you get fucked up
(Real bad) for fuckin′ with the lyrical master
I just might have to, blast a MC
For steppin′ to me
Eazy-E, yo Pooh put 'em deep


So check it out, the microphone wrecker
Dare anyone to come better
When it comes to this, I′m the super superb supreme
And those who wanna scheme get lined up
And get dropped to the dirt
When I bark I'm goin′ huntin' in the park
Scope ′em, take 'em out, like a Chinese order
Flingin' for your ass to the border
My melody rhythm′s tellin′ me to slay
Comin' your way because the Hill don′t play
So when I see the whites of those eyes you're gonna realize
Pussy cat you′s the father of lies
And I'm the big bad pitbull, locked and then pull
You back to the nation, the FM station
Is playin′ this battle cry, so don't even try
To make peace, you're still gonna die
And charged with treason, ′cause that′s the reason
My rhymes are lower 'cause it′s polka dot season
(For real?) Ha, it ain't no thang
(What′s up with them Stead?) What them niggas wanna bang?
(Nah I don't think so) Matter of fact no so
(Man they can′t kill) As I continue to flow
Back up on the microphone, at home
Teachin' the amateurs and so I show
The way to go, and to flow like a wet stream
You're just that, the Hilltop camp
Of commandos, ammunition is at a peak
You′re qualified to be weak, well we′ll seek
The slimeballs, whose heart is minimal
Fakin' Arsenio, claimin′ us criminal
Move it, prove it, but see it's hard though
I play the boss so like Nicky Scarfo
Behind no bars though, stalkin′ real slow
You wanna get busy? Man just say so
Never that wouldn't expect that trait plus
The fourth letter, keep tryin′ to be better
'Cause on your hands and knees cryin' save me
Torture ass like an abandoned baby
Steady′s the name, six letters of dopeness
Schemin′ to conquer, but man it's hopeless
So just chill as I play you like a fool
Sit back, relax, with Steady and Cool