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Ransom
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Let Me In
[Intro:] Ran, Presidential The Alternative, Part I bitch, let's go Let me in, let me in Let me in your heart Ah baby yea Let me in your heart Let me in your heart, baby yea
[Verse 1:] Guess who's back from the graveyard, get you clapped in the face off I take off, I'm figuring out which limb I'm a break off I play hard, the Bruce Banner way, off the gamma ray My plan today – make yo nana pray when the hammer spray Blam a tray 'cause I went from prison straight to Santa Fe Saint-Tropez, getting 10 today, due some tang a ray My men a say, bring yo Hollywood, where's all the grams of yay? Ran will say – don't you know I'm gifted like a Santa sleigh Fuck em all, motherfuck em all, cut em off You reap what you sow, when you wake up from the same fuckin cloth Playin fuckin raw, chain fuckin saw Aim for the jaw, brain stuck to floor, pain crush the course Explain nothing more, I call the savagery follows Of course the casualty followed, the laws of gravity throttle Across the galaxy I'm that fly, that guy Rappin the snare, chockin the bass, makin the track cry
We make the track cry Make the track cry Cry, cry We make the track cry Cryin to me, it's cryin to me I make the track cry We make the track cry
[Verse 2:] Guess who's back from that cold jail, With some track of the old scale For hoes sale, busk and a quarter just so I post bail A full tale, Ran is a legend, passin the world field Flow still, blonde leavin blonde that's why I chose braille Showed your love, now I hold a grudge Cold as blood, told the judge Sold some drugs but I'll be damned if I'm pposed to budge Laying in the wrong place will get you rolled in rugs Told your thug, now your face-down, dead in my soldier's tub Pull him up, get strip band, he was my oldest cub Load him up, I'm Rick Flannery's and that gold is up So what's up? My shit's real, you couldn't clone it up Known to fuck, that bitch dead fuck til she swollen up (damn) Her thieves steam, sweet dreams to each fiend Still crispy, I'm Bill Bigsby, homie I keep green That's why the streets lean, niggas know how I speak mean I castrate the bass in a snare and make the beat scream
We make the beat scream Scream to em, scream to em I make the beat scream
[Verse 3:] Guess who's back from his dirt nap Get your old lady's purse snatched Reverse back, forth gear shiftin, shoot where yo church at I'm cursed black, forced to take pennies but I ain't worth that The worst rap, I spit out thunder and make the earth crack Pain and misery, I paint it vividly, remains a mystery When they imprisoned me nigga, who came to visit me? This is a train collision B, we survived, eat the gods Meet the sky, grab a tombstone, tougher this beat to die
Muhfucka
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