[Intro]
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
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[Verse 1: Thurzday (Narrator)]
Uh
Half gone, half crazy
His Ace-Boon-Coon, he could never forget
He looked in that mirror, losing 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 flatline his heart after cardiac arrest
Looked in the mirror without further ado
Pointed the gun, "It's gon' be me or you..."
[Verse 2: Y-O (Mike) & Fashawn (Cedric)]
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 tryna 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 tryna 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 a glass of lemonade to my head
Now get it right and hurry back with my plate
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, how's 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 Ramone, that's my connection
I'm tellin' you Mike, we can have the avenue sewn
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...
[Verse 1: Thurzday (Narrator)]
Uh
Half gone, half crazy
His Ace-Boon-Coon, he could never forget
He looked in that mirror, losing 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 flatline his heart after cardiac arrest
Looked in the mirror without further ado
Pointed the gun, "It's gon' be me or you..."
[Verse 2: Y-O (Mike) & Fashawn (Cedric)]
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 tryna 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 tryna 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 a glass of lemonade to my head
Now get it right and hurry back with my plate
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, how's 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 Ramone, that's my connection
I'm tellin' you Mike, we can have the avenue sewn
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