Ransom - The Quick & the Dead lyrics

Imagine this was the wild west
What you hearin' is cinematic
This is graphic
Take ten paces and let this nigga have it
This is rapping, don't get emotional with it
Rap is competitive, so I'm
Just evokin' the spirit's, aight
Back to the story line
The year's about '49
The quickest gun in the game
I ain't run the forty time
"Bartender, let me get a Bourbon
On the rocks fast matter fact, fuck that
Pass the bottle and shot glass"
A shot blast, one in the ceiling
Funniest feelin'
I turned around, five niggas standin'
One of 'em grillin' he said
"Is there a Ransom in the saloon currently?
And if there is, man up motherfucker
And come with me"


I took another shot of my Bourbon
Holdin' my nerves in i stood up and said
"Who's askin'? Who's it concernin'?"
His said his name was Meek Mill
Got a sleek build and a street feel
No tellin' how many rappers that he killed
So be still, hand on my weapon
Watchin' his movements
He said, "If you the best nigga spittin'
Nigga then prove it" a 12 o'clock showdown
Instead of bullets, we usin' words
Verbs and pronouns it's 'bout to go down
Looked him in his eyes and said
His killer's standin' in front of him
I took my ten steps
Then spit a scripture to punish him
Stumbled him, the crowd was stunned
Fell right in front of them
I crumbled him in front of his woman
I had to humble him
Hold up, I think I got hit
Ran to the restroom
A ill verse right through my shoulder
It's just a flesh wound
Walked out, the crowd hysterical
You done did it now
He was part of J cole's posse
Wait 'til he gets to town
Damn, he had a reputation for breakin'
MC's down 'til they achin'
I'm pacin', patiently waitin'
Fuck it, let's get it shakin'
I see that nigga ridin' up tall kid
Light skin swag with his hair knotted up
I shot him up, fuck all the talkin'
No time to chop it up he stood tall
I guess these verses just wasn't hot enough
Sent somethin' back that was
Burnin' like black whiskey
When that hit me
I knew the shit was just that risky
React quickly, spit a verse from the old days
When I said I had to ride
On a nigga like road rage
No way has he survived that, let him try that
Had to lie back
Right where he stood is where he died at
Bruise, battered and scarred
These niggas battlin' hard
Cross two off the list
The last name was Lamar
Some called him K dot, he a great shot
Him and Jay Rock
He a Top Dawg so I'm after they spot
Still around high noon
The whole crowd thinkin' I'm doomed
They takin' bets
They sayin' I'ma die soon
Apply pressure to these five wounds
A top five goon and when I'm dead
Bury me in my tomb with all of my tunes
Lamar got it in for me
Either I'm livin' like a king
Or I'm dyin' in infamy
I just want what is meant for me
The kid got intensity
Plus he sick with it mentally
I orchestrate death like the
Reaper playin' a symphony
They tryin' to make sense of me
I'm built with a metal type density
So if it get physical, you'll remember me
Hold up, Lamar walked in
It's him and four men he had a small grin
He must thinkin' Duffle ain't goin' all in
The whole bar cleared out
Somebody cheered out
"Kill him Lamar!", threw his beer out
And then he peeled out
It's safe to say that he's the favorite
He started blazin'
Shit was amazin', I shot 16
But it only grazed him
His intellect saved me
That somethin' you can account for but me
I don't do the right things
Just like a southpaw
I count four, shots to his stomach
I'm all about war i said, "Look
I shook up the world and
Did it without y'all" stood over his body
My finger glued to the trigger
He said, "If it was anyone
Glad it was you my nigga"
Damn, I hate that you had to go
I cocked back and sent a hot
Verse right through his skull, bang!