Inglorious Bastards Ransom (Ft. Eto)

[Intro: Ransom]
Yeah, shit's serious, man
Word, ay Craven what up?
Let's get to this money, man
Let's get to this greatness
For real, know we the specialists, man
We the professionals of this shit, man
All these other niggas, man
They amateurs with this shit

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Ever wondered just how these streets play
I seen my niece grazed, we each prayed but still I was homicidal for three days
But she's brave, she took it in stride and told us to behave
Mama said that these ain't the type of children that she raised
Back to my street ways, homicides and police raids
'Cause we paid, but life without worries is what we each crave
I told my son he was baggin' a quarter key shaved
Don't be a drag and go find out how much all that D weighed
Ironically, I'm in chains but talk like a free slave
Receive praise, I'm deeper than bunkers buried beneath graves
Yeah, bet I knock a chunk off this geek's waves
With these K's, I take a cap off and make sure the beef's aged
Y'all niggas wear purses and try to bleach braids
Huh, my niggas like lions trapped in a weak cage
Bruce Banner on gamma when I release rage
With each page, paragraphs get written with every beat slayed