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letra de quit fuckin' wit the r.a.n. - dj paul

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quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n

[verse 1: lil syl
man, chillin one night in a hot spot
a n-gga bumped lil ced, and then his ass got shot
the blood blew his stomach off with the 12 gauge
then we fled from the scene in a motherf-ckin rage
leavin’ the scene without a f-ckin’ trace
and now i’m sweatin and i’m worried that the laws seen my d-mn face
ridin’ in the car with the body in the trunk
and i’m dumpin this motherf-cker in the nearest dump, b-tch
[hook]
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n

[verse 2: lil ced
back in the mound, waitin’ on a sale
clientele, and i’m high as h-ll
call my n-gga tim to see wassup with him
i knew he was chilllin cuz d.e.a. was f-ckin’ with him
we on our car phone, so we say what we gotta say
let’s hook up later on, now it’s time for pay
i’m tryin to have somethin mane, these folks can’t stand it
imma whoop these n-ggas and they b-tch
low down, nasty ass, maggot ass snitch
you need to stop lookin’ all in my car hoe
when i cl!ck, all this sh-t gone go
imma get my respect b-tch, one way or the other
my n-gga lil syl just like my brother
so we can sw-ng and sw-ng, bang and bang
whatever whatever, so wassup mane!

[hook]
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n
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[verse 3: lil syl]
quit f-ckin’ with the r.a.n., hard ass, chapter 2
test, syl, it’s said and we [?]
bout ya hoe, [?] and why you had him runnin’ and duckin’, attack
you better be watchin’ yo back and real quick becuz if we catch ya [?]
you best believe we f-ckin’ yo ass up and b-tch, orange mound is backin’ this up yo
just remindin’ these suckas so you ass’ll know
cuz me and lil ced never bar none
he’s like my brother, keepin’ them suckers in lines and we [?]
with them head cutters and b-tch we never [?]
and now we droppin’ a funky verse and [?] of the planet, g
so now you know, this gangsta sh-t ain’t nothin’ new
ima always watch my back cuz i’m n-gga that’s going around and shootin’
r.a.n., you can suck a d-ck

[verse 4: lil ced]
ima grab one of you b-tches and choke the sh-t out you hoe
just like i told you motherf-ckers befo’
the mound gone step, so hoes, i rep
come with them hoes sh-t and you gone meet yo death
last, ain’t one of you hoes, don’t mean sh-t to me punk
i don’t give a f-ck when i’m puting yo ass in the trunk
ridin’ yo ass off far and dump yo body in the river
i do it like this, i don’t [?] k!ller
if you picked up a traitor, then, step when you wanna
and i promise yo ass’ll be a motherf-ckin’ organ donner
like ball and g said, b-tch, i’m comin’ out hard
players gone be alerted when you lames sold none
get off my d-ck and quit stealing my sh-t
[?]
stay out my face b-tch cuz i ain’t ya friend
quit f-ckin’ with the r.a.n
[hook]
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n. (b-tch!)
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n. (b-tch!)
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n. (b-tch!)
quit f-ckin’ wit the r.a.n. (b-tch!)

- dj paul

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