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letra de that ain't right - ran reed

[intro]

n-body checkin’ for them n-gg-s man
f-ck them n-gg-s

[verse 1: ran reed]

i’m comin’ like a thief in the night
n-gg-s grindin’ they teeth in the night
jealous ’cause my sh-t is mad tight
but despite all the drama i erupt like lava upon the scene
and like the microphone fiend, i’m tryna see green
paid in full with my pockets on that
or ya’ll real n-gg-s buy my tape and rock it till death
word up, guarantee treats, nick wiz beats
ran reed raps, mental slaps make ’em collapse
ain’t too often you get to hear some sh-t like this
jokers hate it ’cause they know they never get like this
see when we hit like this, it’s a whole different level
talented like aaron neville blowin’ spots
yeah yeah, right aight
you bust shots, all that sh-t i done heard
come with some new and then prove you ain’t makin’ me move
so i gots to shed some light, fly ya head like a kite
pick up a mic in my sight, n-gg- that ain’t right

[hook: ran reed & sample]

now tryna bonk heads with a stranger, it’s pure danger
that ain’t right!

[verse 2: ran reed]

who want a challenge in this exhibition?
so many mics in the source
my sh-ts continue on the next addition
i got you wishin’ that you could be the man behind the speaker
your rap flow style is weaker, face facts
my man nick, he lays tracks
sit back and relax and let the b-ss tacks
come in with max, full speed ahead
n-gg-s, they fled to the lab when they hear what i said
slow flow time, make sure you hear my sh-t
it’s ran reed, i brings it you crystal clear and sh-t
every word, understood? yet they’re so d-mn deep
the last n-gg- fell asleep, now he can’t wake up
like freddy krueger got ’em trapped, now he’s tryna escape
but this nightmare don’t end until you finish my tape
platinum is the type of plack i want on my wall
movin’ up while i’m watchin’ you fall
best believe i got that [?]

[hook: ran reed & sample]

now tryna bonk heads with a stranger, it’s pure danger
that ain’t right!

[outro: ran reed]

yeah yeah yeah and all that pure danger kid
none of that sugar coated sh-t, word up
we got that old real sh-t for ya, you know what i’m sayin’
my motherf-ckin’ squa
word up, make it move like that
yeah and all ya n-gg-s that don’t like that sh-t here
f-ck ya’ll n-gg-s straight up…

- ran reed

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