Pulp Fiction
Ransom
3:30All aboard on this twisted And crooked journey, i'm cookin' early Food for thought, a lot is at stake And now they all lookin' worried I shook the jury with a hook and flurry I ran thirty in his chest with the falcon got all these rookies girly My look is surly Full beard with the greys in it You stay timid Mount Rushmore of rap and my face in it (Facts) i straight clinic, I'm surgical With the shit, jake A sick ape, i pound on my chest 'til All of my ribs break It's Ransom, remember that name, trust me You lames lucky stab a nigga over the TV Make sure the blade's rusty (Ahh) Life is clean but the grave's dusty I'm cleanin' house usin' all of my muscle Guess I was made husky I refuse to let this pain crush me I brainstorm in the booth and cry When the rain touch me (Real shit) With all this power, it's a risky bidness Your darkest hour's only sixty minutes So I keep my family and guns closer Got one holster if I had a boy I would Strap it over my son's shoulder (yeah, war ready) Now that's what I call a young soldier Raise the heat, too hot on these streets I let the sun roast ya Kill me, nah that's tricky hoe Too risky bro Thinkin' you got "Power" for life Until that fifty show (Bla-ouw) My mama said I'm a hell raiser A pure shooter like Dame Lillard A Trailblazer He in the wrong business Thinkin' he powerful But he won't know his strength in the Place until he walks in it When you on top, certain shit off limit's (Niggas lost privilege) stainless got The gloss finish Mama said I'ma meet my match Pops smokin' stones Home is where I leave my hat Ain't gotta put me in top 5s 'Cause I'll be good cookin' Popeye's Yeah, let's try to get to this plot quicker You not sicker I'll cross you niggas like swastikas (yeah) You not killers You petty dealers and shoplifters Hardest thing to be in this World is somethin' you not, nigga (Facts) gotta be brutally honest just to Get through to ya I dance with the reaper and Did a mambo with Lucifer It has to be more to this Life than models and hookah, bruh You lack balls dog I don't think that motto is new to ya I prove to ya, my level is Mars Saturn and Jupiter I'm fresher than cilantro Fresh lime with arugula Yeah, I'm ramblin', might be losin ya (Come on) but it might be too damagin' Tellin' truth to ya (Let's go) I'm dark horror like Tony Todd to phony frauds no façade Life is a gamble but you don't know the odds Nah, my father said I'm a hell raiser Melo with the shot from the corner A true Trailblazer