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dj squeeky - quit fucking with the r.a.n. lyrics

[verse 1: big syl]
chillin’ one night in a hot spot
a n+gga bumped lil ced, and then his ass got shot
reggie blew his stomach off with the twelve gauge
then we fled from the scene in a motherf+ckin’ rage
leavin’ the scene without a f+ckin’ trace
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
we dump the d+mn body then we ride on
then we call up three freaks on the motherf+ckin’ mobile phone
scooped the d+mn freaks and then we hit
get the chewin’, b+lls blown, then we get our ass l!cked
then we vamped to the car to drop the hoes off
she sucked my d+ck so hard she left my d+ck print in her mouth
[verse 2: lil ced]
yeah, syl, i’m higher than a motherf+cker
and you got these fine ass d+ck suckers
let’s drop these hoes off and get about our home k!llin’
straight out the mound, three ruthless ass villains
back in the mound, waitin’ on a sale
clientele, and i’m high as h+ll
call my n+gga tim, to see what’s up with him
i knew he was chillin, ’cause d.e.a. was f+ckin’ with him
we on our car phone, so say what we got to 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
i’ma whoop these n+ggas and they b+tch, low down, nasty ass, maggot ass snitches
you need to stop lookin’ all in my car, ho
when i cl!ck, all that sh+t gon’ go, i’ma 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, what’s up, mane, lil’ ced don’t bar that sh+t from a b+tch
or a n+gga, and i don’t give a f+ck, ready if you bigger
and if me and syl can’t whoop your ass, i’ma hook you up a motherf+ckin’ proper blast
the r.a.n. b+tch, understand when you f+ckin’ with us, there’s no second chance
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n., b+tch
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
that’s ruthless ass n+ggas, ho

[chorus: lil ced]
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.
[verse 3]
pulled up on a f+cked off b+tch up in the corner
syd told the trick, b+tch, run if you wanna
syd jumped out the ride and pulled his big chrome nine
here i come, ho, with that huge tec+9
walked ’round the car ’til we got to his door
yeah, we got that ass now, ho, shot round for round ’til his ho+ass was dead
b+tch, you shouldn’t have let us hear what you said
jumped back in the ‘lac, c’mon syl, we need to vamp
give me the lighter to fire up this amp
syl, pull out the ashes so i can dump this fire
calm my nerves and get real high, pass the bud to my n+gga lil’ syl
blow me a gun my n+gga, you know the deal
ridin’, blowin’, way back to the mound
pulled up on squeeky, mane, we had to clown
we buried the b+tch in his ride, no one had to see him
so b+tch, quit f+ckin’ with the r.a.n.

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