Inglorious Bastards - Ransom

Yeah, shit’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 shit, man

All these other niggas, man

They amateurs with this shit

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 niggas wear purses and try to bleach braids

Huh, my niggas 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

I’m depraved, 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

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 nigga wall

Lot of dead shames on a nigga wall

'Cause most of my childhood friends died over dumb shit

It’s like we all on some slum shit

Whatever happened to that we shall overcome shit, nigga

Where I’m from, shit

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…