Ransom - Let Me In Lyrics
[Intro:]Ran, PresidentialThe Alternative, Part I *****, let's goLet me in, let me inLet me in your heartAh baby yeaLet me in your heartLet me in your heart, baby yea[Verse 1:]Guess who's back from the graveyard, get you clapped in the face offI take off, I'm figuring out which limb I'm a break offI play hard, the Bruce Banner way, off the gamma rayMy plan today – make yo nana pray when the hammer sprayBlam a tray 'cause I went from prison straight to Santa FeSaint-Tropez, getting 10 today, due some tang a rayMy 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***** em all, mother***** em all, cut em offYou reap what you sow, when you wake up from the same *****in clothPlayin *****in raw, chain *****in sawAim for the jaw, brain stuck to floor, pain crush the courseExplain nothing more, I call the savagery followsOf course the casualty followed, the laws of gravity throttleAcross the galaxy I'm that fly, that guyRappin the snare, chockin the bass, makin the track cryWe make the track cryMake the track cryCry, cryWe make the track cryCryin to me, it's cryin to meI make the track cryWe make the track cry[Verse 2:]Guess who's back from that cold jail,With some track of the old scaleFor hoes sale, busk and a quarter just so I post bailA full tale, Ran is a legend, passin the world fieldFlow still, blonde leavin blonde that's why I chose brailleShowed your love, now I hold a grudgeCold as blood, told the judgeSold some drugs but I'll be damned if I'm pposed to budgeLaying in the wrong place will get you rolled in rugsTold your thug, now your face-down, dead in my soldier's tubPull him up, get strip band, he was my oldest cubLoad him up, I'm Rick Flannery's and that gold is upSo what's up? My shit's real, you couldn't clone it upKnown to *****, that ***** dead ***** til she swollen up (damn)Her thieves steam, sweet dreams to each fiendStill crispy, I'm Bill Bigsby, homie I keep greenThat's why the streets lean, niggas know how I speak meanI castrate the bass in a snare and make the beat screamWe make the beat screamScream to em, scream to emI make the beat scream[Verse 3:]Guess who's back from his dirt napGet your old lady's purse snatchedReverse back, forth gear shiftin, shoot where yo church atI'm cursed black, forced to take pennies but I ain't worth thatThe worst rap, I spit out thunder and make the earth crackPain and misery, I paint it vividly, remains a mysteryWhen they imprisoned me nigga, who came to visit me?This is a train collision B, we survived, eat the godsMeet the sky, grab a tombstone, tougher this beat to dieMuh*****a
