Die Tonight Ransom

[Intro]
Awe man this niggas crazy man (crazy)
You yellin out blocks and shit you ain’t been to jersey in years nigga
Nigga you ain’t sleep on my floor? that was my studio nigga (stupid)
That’s my floor.. ya dig? I paid the rent (mizz)
Me and my niggas paid the rent
We sold dope to pay the rent (stupid bastard)
(in your hood) and you recorded in there.. uh huh (faggot!) yup

Some body gonna die tonight
Uh huh uh huh
Some body gonna die tonight

[Verse]
I’m not nice this is gods work you soft jerk
You my lil nigg I was standing there when your moms birthed
I’m kinda proud you tried to come with a strong verse
But ima rip Buddens like fat niggas in small shirts
I can’t front you the shit with the computers
I’m on the block handing out the pistols to the shooters
Don’t listen to them losers addicted to the rumors
Cause they gonna make me have to put a clip up in my junior
And you ain’t take no heads you ain’t break no bread
A hasa who don’t fly straight nigga you Frank Lopez
I’m serving stank dope heads
Next time a nigga say they finna break Joe head
I’ll tell them niggas go head
Shoulda never mentioned my name
I was in the office when you seen Henchman and Game
Big homie said "Joe, I’ll have you limping in pain"
And your response was "I ain’t mean to mention your gang"
No strength in your frame
The nigga saying he gonna empty your veins
And right there I knew your career was sent to the flames
You was supposed to put Jersey on like Beans put Philly on
But now that your deal is gonna I seen what you really on
We ain’t in the same boat, you ain’t never slang dope
You ain’t never hustle for weeks wearing the same coat
Nigga, what you gon do? What you ever gon' though?
You the king of a city that you can’t even come to
We ain’t no kin folk and you ain’t no king bro
Nigga I’m Kimbo multiplied by ten though
I don’t take trips with my duffel bag you fuckin' fag
Ain’t nothin' but old gats gloves and a couple masks
I don’t play with a full deck you better shuffle fast
Think I don’t know about all the shit you discussed with Fab
And for the record Lil Wayne is on my dick
You heard the Duffle Bag Record that’s my shit
Don’t even mention my block nigga, that’s my strip
You T-Mobile reduced to being a side kick
My nigga Web, he know how all of my guys get
We in the club when you comin' out of your closet
You ain’t no boss creep, you live up in Cross Creek
I know where ya whore sleep, my niggas endorse beef
I don’t wanna cause grief, but you just a soft geek
I’ll run up and torch heat, leave you on your porch sleep
And don’t forget nigga, I’m still in the gutter
Where you left your little baby and your niggas to suffer
What you did outside of Crowns to that nigga that stuffed ya
Ya know how many niggas out here that’s willing to touch ya?
Sucka, you all worn down ya niggas is all clowns
Look at yourself, you the reason that we ain’t on now
You heard it’s beef and you want to get on the horn now
Problems with Ran that’s something you can’t afford now
Them old gorillas I’m telling them niggas calm down
It’s not beef that niggas just laying songs down
You might be more witty I’m more gritty
But your sure silly you kill me thinking it’s your city
It’s my city! And I got niggas to ride wit me
I’m the strongest nigga reppin' the East besides 50
And I don’t know what this nigga's tryna to do
Yea I know about John and who he’s tryna screw
'Cus I know what, with you know who
I’m cool nigga, let’s keep that between me and you