Ransom, Nicholas Craven - Pulp Fiction lyrics

Word, word, son yeah, pass the chron though
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 soy and 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 and hustle
You so willin'"
Couldn't see the sole of my Timbs
Now we four wheelin'
'Member me and Mone 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
Then 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' you meant it
Flow is crazy 'cause every quote 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 garb
I'm a child of war so I
Grip it and aim effectively
The AMT Auto Mag IV came with accessories
The DA lock Shaheem, 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