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ransom - inglorious bastards lyrics

[intro: ransom]
yeah, sh+t’s serious, man
word
ay craven what up? let’s get to this money, man
let’s get to this greatness
for real, know we the specialists, man
we the professionals of this sh+t, man
all these other n+ggas, man
they amateurs with this sh+t

[verse 1: ransom]
ever wondered just how these streets play
i seen my niece grazed, we each prayed but still i was homicidal for three days
but she’s brave, she took it in stride and told us to behave
mama said that these ain’t the type of children that she raised
back to my street ways, homicides and police raids
’cause we paid, but life without worries is what we each crave
i told my son he was baggin’ a quarter key shaved
don’t be a drag and go find out how much all that d weighed
ironically, i’m in chains but talk like a free slave
receive praise, i’m deeper than bunkers buried beneath graves
yeah, bet i knock a chunk off this geek’s waves
with these k’s, i take a cap off and make sure the beef’s aged
y’all n+ggas wear purses and try to bleach braids
huh, my n+ggas like lions trapped in a weak cage
bruce banner on gamma when i release rage
with each page, paragraphs get written with every beat slayed

[verse 2: eto]
i’m deprived, my father, my son in his quarantine phase
re sage the house and count blessings before the sheet’s slayed
i don’t speak vague, slow learners get delayed
beefin’ with the da’s, inmates get they cheeks blazed
bet they won’t find the body until it decays
and he won’t respect life until it replays
anyone in the crowd can catch one of these strays
the djs, openin’ acts in the r&b stage
street money is sour, stick to the sweet wage
you on the run eatin’, don’t get ya cleats grazed
i lay my hat where my pet peeve stays
(?) the only men allowed in the g cave
spend money on war, no peace pays
now you wanna cool down after the heat raised
nothin’ is impossible, magic johnson beat aids
he won’t stress a rainy day as long as he saves

[outro]
what’s happens in neighborhood where the self esteem has been overshadowed by the decay
and the children no longer play the way they used to
when the young boys choose to follow figures that had no father figures
the place where lives have been reduced to mere names on a n+gga wall
lot of dead shames on a n+gga wall
’cause most of my childhood friends died over dumb sh+t
it’s like we all on some slum sh+t
whatever happened to that we shall overcome sh+t, n+gga
where i’m from, sh+t
they done tore down the projects and took away neighborhood sports
it’s a place where little black boys put on jerseys and shorts
dream big about stardom on…

- ransom lyrics

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