Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shade, artist - Ransom. Album song Greatest Rapper Alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Shade |
| Shit about to be marvelous |
| I am, the greatest |
| I don’t deal with feelings 'cause I’m known to be offensive with it |
| Couple bodies, but they never caught a glimpse who did it |
| Shit I been through’ll put you in a mental clinic |
| Get murdered for crumbs, and it’ll be ya friends who did it |
| Desert Eag', pearl handle, the lenses with it |
| A hair trigger, so you know I brought extensions with it (okay) |
| Too real for the game, I don’t mention critics |
| I do this for the real women and the mens who lived it |
| I M2 vivid, my pencil got M2 in it |
| That C4, street wars, if ya mental timid (wooo!) |
| I never been the type to try and blow off a hustle (nah) |
| You the type to tuck ya shirt and show off a buckle (hahaha) |
| Can’t block bullets, slugs blow off a knuckle (blaow!) |
| Can’t find a pulse, no blood flowin' is muscle |
| «Ran stop wildin', no one’s goin' to trust you» |
| For lack of better words, you bitch nigga, fuck you |
| Niggas always talkin' this rap stuff, this shit a joke |
| Cease ain’t the man? |
| The Outlawz, them niggas broke? |
| Where’s Triple Seis and Cuban Link? |
| Them niggas dope |
| Where’s Bynoe or the Riot Squad? |
| Let’s give 'em hope |
| No disrespect, scratch that |
| I mean total disrespect when I load and lift the TEC |
| Was the only brick connect from '01 to '02 |
| Cop it on the arm, you owe one, you owe two |
| Nowhere average (nowhere) |
| Can’t compare Ran with these purple haired faggots (nah) |
| Moms stressed out 'cause she birthed a rare savage (yeah) |
| Out of his mind, the power is mine |
| I can’t allow a coward to shine, nah |
| Either I calm it down or I’m goin' to hell (yeah) |
| Either we bomb ya town or we blowin' a L (let's go) |
| Either ya dog’s a clown or he loadin' a shell |
| Either you guard ya ground or you go in and tell |
| Broke in a cell or lie in a grave (which one?) |
| Go against the grain or you ridin' the wave (which one?) |
| Break up out the chains or you die as a slave, it’s no shade |
| But I guarantee this, you ain’t havin' it both ways |
| Man I’m tired of hearin' the same old shit |
| You bang them sticks, you slang them bricks |
| You ain’t no plug, that ain’t no flip |
| You ain’t no Blood, you ain’t no Crip |
| That ain’t no love, that ain’t yo' bitch |
| That you ain’t your clique |
| You been playin' all year like the game don’t skip (hah) |
| Niggas prayin' in the air like the rain don’t drip |
| Try stayin' in the clear 'cause the aim don’t miss |
| The same old script, the shit that got Fredo clipped (blaow!) |
| 8−0 with the potato, the Play-Doh grip |
| Go to heaven and get ya wings and ya halo ripped (yeah) |
| O.J., Al Cowlings and Kato shit |
| Talkin' slick is the same shit that got J-Lo hit (blaow!) |
| Yeah it’s beef, I ain’t makin' a meme either |
| I’m a nightmare, you ain’t stuck in a dream either |
| You don’t waste time, muh’fucker, then me neither |
| Planet of the Apes, cocksucker, so meet Caesar |
| Y’all ain’t gotta front, niggas respect heathens (yeah) |
| Torment the game 'til niggas regret breathin' |
| Shit is made up, real niggas can tell |
| You ain’t never been at odds with niggas who get even |
| Nah, game is fucked up |
| Couple trash rooks and none of the vet season |
| Gun and a vest season |
| Prayin' to God, I’m able to ride |
| You witnessin' the greatest alive, nigga |
| Y’all know that I’m not finished yet |
| Steam shrimp and a steak salad with no vinaigrette |
| These whimps’ll get ate, lashes below chin and chest |
| Free glimpse of this great bastard you know spit the best |
| (Let's go!) what a price to pay |
| Would write twice a day to be nice like today |
| You’re type like to say that I’m like Michael Bay |
| But even a broke clock’ll be right twice a day |
| No bright light display (nah), it’s dark in here |
| I make it hard to survive with no heart in here (no heart) |
| I’m lookin' all in your eyes, there’s no spark in there (no spark) |
| Y’all niggas only arrive when no sharks is near |
| Far from queer, every damn bar is rare (yeah) |
| Godlike, Stigmata, watch scars appear (yeah) |
| Hard life, bitch father, not hardly there (yeah) |
| Large pipe, shit spark when cop cars are near (blaow, blaow!) |
| Problem there, I ain’t spend a life in a box, no |
| Melo in the clutch, still shoot when the clock’s low |
| Pedal to the dust, a ill coupe with the top low |
| Rebel’ll that crush and kill the booth with a hot flow |
| 'Cause y’all know (y'all know), I don’t be bullshittin' |
| When it come to beef I’m slidin' a full clip in (click) |
| Only head shots, the top of his hood missin' |
| 'Til they put me in the ground or the cell that Suge sits in |
| Either I calm it down or I’m goin' to hell (yeah) |
| Either we bomb ya town or we blowin' a L (let's go) |
| Either ya dog’s a clown or he loadin' a shell |
| Either you guard ya ground or you go in and tell |
| Broke in a cell or lie in a grave (which one?) |
| Go against the grain or you ridin' the wave (which one?) |
| Break up out the chains or you die as a slave, it’s no shade |
| But I guarantee this, you ain’t havin' it both ways |
| Either I calm it down or I’m goin' to hell (yeah) |
| Either we bomb ya town or we blowin' a L (let's go) |
| Either ya dog’s a clown or he loadin' a shell |
| Either you guard ya ground or you go in and tell |
| Broke in a cell or lie in a grave (which one?) |
| Go against the grain or you ridin' the wave (which one?) |
| Break up out the chains or you die as a slave, it’s no shade |
| But I guarantee this, you ain’t havin' it both ways |