Young Ransom

Hang your head in shame, oh baby
You, you, you disgrace my name, oh baby

The life of the cold and heartless, load a cartridge
Chosen mobsters, any beef we hold a conference
Pose for pictures, hold your mistress, so defenseless
Foes in trenches, automatics to blow the entrance
Red carpet, competition move dress sharpest
Baguettes flawless, that's the reason the feds stalk us
We lead sparkers, black skullies and red parkas
We cold blooded, so the souls of the dead haunts us

Revolutionary, my tools are buried
I'm pulling every ratchet out my duffle
No scuffle, you know your dudes are scary
The crew ain't ready, we cruel and deadly, a few machetes
Run up in your house, and slay you just like the dude from Belly
I'm like a young Malcolm, can't get the slums out him
Still the underdog of the hood, cause everyone doubts him
I blow the lungs out him, on fire, come douse him
Got a million slugs or more, I never run out them