U-N-I, Fashawn - Pulp Fiction part 1 lyrics

In a world
Where the American Dream isn't enough
Two men plan to satisfy
Their hunger for wealth
Starring Thurzday as the Narrator
Y-O as Mike and Fashawn as Cedric
You are about to enter
Pulp Fiction now Playing

Uh half gone, half crazy
His Ace-Boon-Coon, he could never forget
He looked in the mirror
Loose his self respect
Spat in his reflection
Playin' Russian roulette
Put a spear to the barrel and grabbed the O-E
Took a sip of Malt Liquor
Pour sip for the homie
He was like a brother
Different mother same block
And that blue magic money


Didn't deserve that shot
That went through the vest, out his back
Through his chest
And flat line his heart after cardiac arrest
Looked in the mirror without further ado
Pointed the gun, "It's gone be me or you"

The name is Mike and I earned my degree
Engaged for some weeks
The mice ate my cheese
Now I'm growin up a skeme i wanna do good
But fuckin Ced tryina make these ends meet
Call me Ceddy i could never
Keep a job that's steady
Dopeboy persona, tried going to college
Too much time dwelling in the streets
Tryin to make ends meet
Two baby moms and still livin' with moms
I need some food inside, the stomach mumblin
I'll take a Kahuna Burger with no onions
Extra mayo on the bread, fries to the side
And glass of lemonade to my head
Now get it right and hurry back with my plat
Leave us two alone so we can conversate
To get money you need patience
With a smirk on my face
I turned and focused on the
Ass of the waitress
Like, are you kiddin' we've known
Each other since yay high
Watchin my moms cook up in the kitchen
I heard the Lakers 6 & 0
Remember back in 94' eddie Jones my man
Elden Cambell missed them free throws
I tell you those were the days anyways
Hows the fiance? Man, she's doing good
But complains about my MySpace
I'm still livin with moms and
I really need my space
Bout that time i got a compadre
By the name of Hector Ramon
That's my connection i'm tellin you Mike
We can have the avenue sewn

You talkin Hector Ramon? You
Talking bout a villain
He'll probably take out ya village
Leave you hanging from ceiling
That money coming sure, don't ever snore
The shit that he selling
Might numb your cerebellum
Tattoos on his face, like the regular ese
South of Fresno, he's known by all?
Mexican Mafia, the number one supplier
Cops on payroll had six sense for wires
Look who's for hire, Cedric Mathews
Hector used to date his older
Sister in high school
But no type of relationship
Gives you immunity
Hector the man of opportunity

Mmm, sounds good, feelin kind of skeptic
One side of my brain is yellin out, "NO!"
But, I lost my job, need a new crib
The only thing I fear is
Them one's at my door trust me
We like fam and I totally understand
And oh, did I mention we can make 40 grand
I'm trying to hit the Bahamas
Take flights to Japan
No bullshit, we can get rich

Sunday morning, Hop in a hoopty
Pull up to the spot
All suspense like a movie
Naked broads everywhere, workers in the nude
Couldn't steal and hide like big
Brother was watching you
Hector Ramon, a grin on his face
Goons with AK's each corner of the place
Three weeks, three weeks is what they get
Supply 40k and dump the purest in the west
Fuckin with his money like
Fuckin with emotions
And any body's been dumped
In the Pacific Ocean, so
You fuckin with the devil bound to hurt you
Money in 3 weeks "Or Estas Muerto!"

Let's take a trip to my house
And figure this shit out
Now's the perfect time
Heard there was drought
Damn Ced, I'm nervous you ever been to jail?
Drugs in the corner
What's the use of that scale
Oh that's why I weighed them grams
Wasn't bright enough for yayo
Cook it in a jar to serve the clientele