Lyrics Shade - Ransom

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