Ransom, Eto - Inglorious Bastards lyrics
[Ransom, Eto - Inglorious Bastards lyrics]
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
'Cause he's 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
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
'Cause he's 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