Pulp Fiction - Ransom

Word, word, son

Yeah, pass the (?)

We gotta hit the block like, like seven o' clock, man

Them fiends out there

We gotta get there, man, let’s get it, man

Hurry the fuck up, man

Grand vials, two razors, a pile of dishes, survival wish list

Couple grams snorted in Bible scriptures, I’m wild and vicious

Send the foulest bitches to hit 'em, dressed as my rival’s mistress

Fire biscuit, blood on the wall lookin' like hieroglyphics (bla-ouw!)

Yeah, I ain’t never hide specifics

Besides I’m gifted, and I ain’t tellin' lies to risk it (nah)

The streets anointed me, I’m royalty

Y’all never was there when it came to lawyer fees

While I was on trial watchin' my lawyer freeze (damn!)

In my cell fightin' for toiletries

You was in Chow’s, rice with the soya beans

Enjoyin' greens, shrimp tempura, dumplings, avoid the steam

You probably wish I died in that cell, but I destroyed ya dream

(Y'all niggas wish) I’m Belichick with a loyal team, niggas hated

Came home flourishin', left the pigs deflated (hahaha)

Street sermons to get 'em teary eyed

We eerie guys, the rounds get Wilder so watch my Fury rise

Reminiscin' when I was dope dealin', was so thrillin'

But that broke feelin' had me in abandoned tenements that had no ceilin'

Born used to tell me, «Go 'head hustle, you so willin'»

Couldn’t see the sole of my Timbs, now we four wheelin'

'member me and Mo hit Papi and Dame Prince

Came tints, pistol went off and ain’t been the same since (real shit)

All of that violence ain’t make sense (nah)

I’m just tryin' to give all my listeners the same glimpse (let's go)

If you can’t abide by the rules, you make new ones

Ya man made a dollar, you jealous, just make you one

How you had ya hand in that cake and then take two crumbs?

Don’t gamble with ya life, take risks, just a few ones (yes sir)

I went to the club and I threw a few ones

Shorty said, «I'm here for ya money, what made you come?»

(damn!)

I’m like Tarantino writin' a script for ya

This ain’t Pulp Fiction, it’s facts, that’s all I spit for ya

Yeah man, I heard, I heard, I heard you bro

I heard you, you say the same shit, man

You always talkin 'bout the same shit

We always do the same shit, my nigga

Y’all niggas make me sick, fuck.

yo, listen man

You can’t open new doors with old fuckin' keys, man

You gotta, gotta change ya mentality, man

Change change ya way of thinkin', my nigga, think differently

The streets got a hold of my senses, and my only defense is

I was cold and relentless, hoppin' both of them fences

By the grocery entrance, I ain’t supposed to be senseless

Product of my environment, how they gon' hold it against us?

Stuck my nose in the trenches

The Devil’s work is done and I was his chosen apprentice

Sellin' dope on the benches

Kept it a hunnid, even when niggas spoke with resentment

I’m hopin' that you meant it, flow is crazy 'cause every bar is demented

My vocals cemented deep in ya heart and soul

A heart of gold that got tainted by seein' coke on my father’s nose

Time reveals some of the deepest scars

My mama said that I would reach the stars

My mama said I was the one

The golden child with a future brighter than each DeBarge

Can a serpent swim in a sea of Gods?

Had the thirst to win and I beat the odds

Go to church and sin in a reaper’s garm'

I’m a child of war so I grip it and aim effectively

The AMT Auto Mag IV came with accessories

The D.A.

lock Shyheim, they claimin' accessory

But doin twenty five in a cell just ain’t in my destiny

Gotta be honest with ya, the art of war’s like the finest picture

And guess who’s appraisin' the equity?

You think all this pain is affectin' me

You can’t score the game as a referee

You can’t board this plane and sit next to me

God level, beyond devils, nobody’s stressin' me

All my newest rivals are suicidal, screw the Bible

I’m who you idol, nigga, the best is me…