Pulp Fiction part 1

[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... Now Playing

[Verse 1: Thurzday (Narrator)]
Uh. Half gone, half crazy
His Ace-Boon-Coon, he could never forget
He looked in the mirror loose his 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 flat line his heart after cardiac arrest
Looked in the mirror without further ado
Pointed the gun, "It's gone be me or you..."

[Verse 2: Y-O (Mike) & Fashawn (Cedric)]
[Mike]
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 tryina make these ends meet
[Cedric]
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 tryin to make ends meet
Two baby moms and still livin' with moms
[Mike]
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 glass of lemonade to my head...
Now get it right and hurry back with my plat
Leave us two alone so we can conversate
[Cedric]
To get money you need patience...
[Mike]
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
[Cedric]
I heard the Lakers 6 & 0, remember back in 94'
[Mike]
Eddie Jones my man, Elden Cambell missed them free throws
[Cedric]
I tell you those were the days anyways, hows the fiance?
[Mike]
Man, she's doing good, but complains about my MySpace
[Cedric]
I'm still livin with moms and I really need my space
Bout that time... I got a compadre
By the name of Hector Ramon, that's my connection
I'm tellin you Mike, we can have the avenue sewn

[Verse 3: Thruzday (Narrator)]
You talkin Hector Ramon? You talking bout a villain
He'll probably take out ya village leave you hanging from ceiling
That money coming sure, don't ever snore
The shit that he selling might numb your cerebellum
Tattoos on his face, like the regular ese
South of Fresno, he's known by all ??
Mexican Mafia, the number one supplier
Cops on payroll had six sense for wires
Look who's for hire, Cedric Mathews
Hector used to date his older sister in high school
But no type of relationship gives you immunity
Hector the man of opportunity

[Verse 4: Yo (Mike) & Fashawn (Cedric)]
[Mike]
Mmm, sounds good, feelin kind of skeptic
One side of my brain is yellin out, "NO!!!"
But I lost my job, need a new crib
The only thing I fear is them one's at my door
[Cedric]
Trust me, we like fam and I totally understand
And oh, did I mention we can make 40 grand
I'm trying to hit the Bahamas, take flights to Japan
No bullshit, we can get rich
[Mike]
Sounds like a plan

[Verse 5: Thruzday (Narrator)]
Sunday morning, Hop in a hoopty
Pull up to the spot, all suspense like a movie
Naked broads everywhere, workers in the nude
Couldn't steal and hide like big brother was watching you
Hector Ramon, a grin on his face
Goons with AK's each corner of the place
Three weeks, three weeks is what they get
Supply 40k and dump the purest in the west
Fuckin with his money like fuckin with emotions
And any body's been dumped in the Pacific Ocean, so
You fuckin with the devil bound to hurt you
Money in 3 weeks... "Or Estas Muerto!"

[Verse 6: Y-O (Mike) & Fashawn (Cedric)]
[Cedric]
Let's take a trip to my house, and figure this shit out
Now's the perfect time, heard there was drought
[Mike]
Damn Ced, I'm nervous... You ever been to jail?
Drugs in the corner, what's the use of that scale
[Cedric]
Oh that's why I weighed them grams
Wasn't bright enough for yayo
Cook it in a jar to serve the clientele