Ransom

Yeah! Scream at ya boy, it's my year man. 2006. Yo word
Is bond man, A-Dub! All day everyday! Fuck that, this
Is our year! Part two bitch! Scream at ya boy! Come on!

Ransom! This nigga's a problem
Nigga is starvin, in and out different apartments
Tryin to get some scraps to eat, this cat's a beast
Relax your beef, cause he 'bout to attack the streets, c'mon
Ransom! The hood on his back now
It's rap now, used to be dope and crack vials
His flow is precise, gamblin, blowin his life
But it could change in one roll of the dice, c'mon

Niggas is down with him, bitches is down with him
You'll never catch no snakes or snitches around with him
He carry the pound with him, so if he know some niggas that's down
He'll make sure you get layin around with him
And you mighta heard his name, whispered around prison
He's a beast, he spit like a nigga with Down Syndrome
Kinda retarded, violent and brolic

Can't escape the fact that you gotta love this guy as an artist, c'mon
And on the streets you know he's highly regarded
As one of the best and he ain't even tryin his hardest, c'mon
His vision's the same, make money spittin the flames
The number one draft pick in the game
Out of high school, so he's no different from James
Except he did some quick time and sold bricks in the rain, c'mon
In third person I can give you his pain
He the truth, y'all niggas ain't forgettin his name, right?

Ransom! This nigga's a problem
Nigga is starvin, in and out different apartments
Tryin to get some scraps to eat, this cat's a beast
Relax your beef, cause he 'bout to attack the streets, c'mon
Ransom! The hood on his back now
It's rap now, used to be dope and crack vials
His flow is precise, gamblin, blowin his life
But it could change in one roll of the dice, c'mon

Niggas know I keep the dope in the rice, my focus is tight
Gettin money and still keep smokin the mic
Get poked with a knife, I think there's no hope for your life
The funeral homes and malls'll stay open tonight
He's the kid that don't pay but get fronted the bricks
The coke cost a hundred a clip, there's nothin to flip
And ever since twelve he wanted to pitch
You ain't gotta go to the stadium to see him, just come to the strip
But don't ever try to come up in Ran's space
With your fake hugs and handshakes, I spit in your damn face

Soldiers always gon' stand straight
I don't care about no fanbase, I spit like a damn ape
I do it for them yard niggas
Them come home tryin to rob niggas
Them hit the block tryin to starve niggas
These other faggots ain't flowin for them
But when I blow, bitch y'all niggas start knowin me then, c'mon

Ransom! This nigga's a problem
Nigga is starvin, in and out different apartments
Tryin to get some scraps to eat, this cat's a beast
Relax your beef, cause he 'bout to attack the streets, c'mon
Ransom! The hood on his back now
It's rap now, used to be dope and crack vials
His flow is precise, gamblin, blowin his life
But it could change in one roll of the dice, c'mon