Ran It Up lyrics

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[Chorus: NH$ Kenzo]
Remember those hard days, when I couldn't go back to sleep
You's soft lil' n*gga, that's why sidewalk for these streets
Ain't ducking no action, just link me when you wanna meet
And I know they out to get me, so I pray my soul to keep
Remember those hard days, when I couldn't go back to sleep
You's soft lil' n*gga, that's why sidewalk for these streets
Ain't ducking no action, just link me when you wanna meet
And I know they out to get me, so I pray my soul to keep

[Verse 1: NH$ Kenzo]
And I pray my soul to keep
When I gotta keep my heat
Remember when I [?]
I know this life was for me
Gotta watch out for police
She a dog, give her a treat
She eat it up, bon appétit
She clean it up, she so neat
G-26 watch out it beats, uh
Blood drippin' just like a stream
No Martin Luther but I had a dream
Then I woke up to serving the fiends
Went to Bass Pro just for a beam
It was so messy how I left the scene
Real big dawgs and you look real mean
He a gun man so I make him gun lean
Watch how they block get pressed, dry clean
They had to call 23
DJ catch a rebound with the green beam
Then I dunk on 'em call us the dream team
[?] 'cause it's [?]
They watch me, and they copy
Got your b*tch here wanna top me, but after I done I give her back
While I kickback, and smoke that gas
You was due for years that's crazy I passed
They was laughing now they mad
They like Kenzo how you running so fast
Then I had to double up and overlap
These n*ggas sliding, yeah that's cap
You weren't in the passenger or in the back
Put a switch on a glizzy, yeah now it's a Mac
[Verse 2: ?]
Don't make the right lil' n*gga get packed
Under the 10 where we serve that pack
We flip that pack, to make that back
We hit that trap, to make that sack
G-26 put a switch on that, uh
Now your n*gga laying flat, uh
Put a n*gga on a map, uh
How you feeling 'bout that, uh
Had to get up off my ass, uh
I bet them bands'll make her dance, uh
She suck a n*gga with no hands
I do what I want, you do what you can
This foreign drip came from France
It's either he dead or he can't stand
Check the score lil' n*gga we up, my n*ggas be smoking your mans
I hurt my hand in the kitchen when I was playing with pots and pans
I knew we was making it when the scale said we're loading grams
And momma know I was lost child, she found a .30 in my pants
And don't think it's sweet lil' n*gga, I'll leave you where you stand (Uh)