Let Them Things Go - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Let Them Things Go - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Terror Squad |
| Artist | Dré |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Artist | Remy |
| Artist | Young Selah |
| Album | True Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cartagena, Jones, Lyon, Smith ... | |
| (feat. Dre, Young Selah) | |
| This is a world premier (yeah) (Cook Coke Crack) [Chorus:] | |
| If a nigga talk shit to me | |
| Nigga all | |
| I know (Kato, Chi-Town Rest in Peace my nigga) | |
| I let them things go | |
| I let them things go | |
| If a nigga talk shit to me | |
| Nigga all | |
| I know. Yeah | |
| I let them things go | |
| I let them things go [Verse 1: Fat Joe] | |
| Hot child tried to warn em but he wouldn't listen | |
| Then I had to run up on 'em with that thing that glisten | |
| That nickle plated 40 mil thats for the real | |
| All the city be talkin who they thought he was ????? | |
| I guess the game done changed | |
| See we come up in the 80' belive me it ain't the same | |
| Lord forgive my temptation to kill | |
| But I got to give this fagots the deffinition of real | |
| Gotta keep it clapin' cause this streets is ill | |
| B'live them niggaz sleeky cause they sleepin on crilts | |
| When we back up niggaz pack up and move out | |
| Cause we animals, we abduct and pull out | |
| Washed up rapper you not respected 4 years passed and can't even sighn to | |
| Koch Records | |
| Check it: | |
| You won't be the first to get his first on | |
| Quit rap biagon and get to church on motherfucker [Chorus] [Verse 2: Remy Martin] ...see the squad is only | |
| Terror so this niggaz better listen | |
| If I touch it | |
| I destroy it, they callin me demolition | |
| But my name is | |
| Remy Ma, Miss | |
| Martin or reminiscein | |
| If you be's that nigga you can call me that bitch | |
| But if you don't know me | |
| Don't call me shit | |
| All I know | |
| I let 'em go if a nigga talk shit | |
| I'm slicker then oil and all y'all can kiss my royal ass | |
| I get's it poppin like a piece of a elastic | |
| My album is dropin nothing now it is a classic | |
| First chick try to front first chick | |
| I'm smackin | |
| And I'm known so sick bitch | |
| I spits backwards | |
| Backwards spits | |
| I bitch, nigga | |
| I'm laughin | |
| We don't need no passes we got all access | |
| And I'm straight fire so please don't gass it | |
| Cause I might blow my mic flow too hot | |
| I let them things go [Chorus] [Verse 3:] | |
| I don't think that they ready | |
| I'm a problem | |
| The worst and youngest one outta three | |
| I'm a problem | |
| The first to get the gun and squeeze | |
| I'm a problem | |
| Decepted personality | |
| When I burst in rapidly your verse shoot backwardsly | |
| You see the back of a hearse you can reharse that with ease | |
| Take two I make you a superstar 6 o'clock news nigga, fuck who you are | |
| Cause you nobody till somebody kills you | |
| Pardon, so who is ready for stardom | |
| Niggaz talk gun play | |
| See I quit hearts harder | |
| Like a cold block of ice you try to stop my life | |
| Fuck my gun you better watch my knife | |
| I ain't come to rap with ya | |
| I came to scrap with you motherfucker |
| zuo qu : Cartagena, Jones, Lyon, Smith ... | |
| feat. Dre, Young Selah | |
| This is a world premier yeah Cook Coke Crack Chorus: | |
| If a nigga talk shit to me | |
| Nigga all | |
| I know Kato, ChiTown Rest in Peace my nigga | |
| I let them things go | |
| I let them things go | |
| If a nigga talk shit to me | |
| Nigga all | |
| I know. Yeah | |
| I let them things go | |
| I let them things go Verse 1: Fat Joe | |
| Hot child tried to warn em but he wouldn' t listen | |
| Then I had to run up on ' em with that thing that glisten | |
| That nickle plated 40 mil thats for the real | |
| All the city be talkin who they thought he was ????? | |
| I guess the game done changed | |
| See we come up in the 80' belive me it ain' t the same | |
| Lord forgive my temptation to kill | |
| But I got to give this fagots the deffinition of real | |
| Gotta keep it clapin' cause this streets is ill | |
| B' live them niggaz sleeky cause they sleepin on crilts | |
| When we back up niggaz pack up and move out | |
| Cause we animals, we abduct and pull out | |
| Washed up rapper you not respected 4 years passed and can' t even sighn to | |
| Koch Records | |
| Check it: | |
| You won' t be the first to get his first on | |
| Quit rap biagon and get to church on motherfucker Chorus Verse 2: Remy Martin ... see the squad is only | |
| Terror so this niggaz better listen | |
| If I touch it | |
| I destroy it, they callin me demolition | |
| But my name is | |
| Remy Ma, Miss | |
| Martin or reminiscein | |
| If you be' s that nigga you can call me that bitch | |
| But if you don' t know me | |
| Don' t call me shit | |
| All I know | |
| I let ' em go if a nigga talk shit | |
| I' m slicker then oil and all y' all can kiss my royal ass | |
| I get' s it poppin like a piece of a elastic | |
| My album is dropin nothing now it is a classic | |
| First chick try to front first chick | |
| I' m smackin | |
| And I' m known so sick bitch | |
| I spits backwards | |
| Backwards spits | |
| I bitch, nigga | |
| I' m laughin | |
| We don' t need no passes we got all access | |
| And I' m straight fire so please don' t gass it | |
| Cause I might blow my mic flow too hot | |
| I let them things go Chorus Verse 3: | |
| I don' t think that they ready | |
| I' m a problem | |
| The worst and youngest one outta three | |
| I' m a problem | |
| The first to get the gun and squeeze | |
| I' m a problem | |
| Decepted personality | |
| When I burst in rapidly your verse shoot backwardsly | |
| You see the back of a hearse you can reharse that with ease | |
| Take two I make you a superstar 6 o' clock news nigga, fuck who you are | |
| Cause you nobody till somebody kills you | |
| Pardon, so who is ready for stardom | |
| Niggaz talk gun play | |
| See I quit hearts harder | |
| Like a cold block of ice you try to stop my life | |
| Fuck my gun you better watch my knife | |
| I ain' t come to rap with ya | |
| I came to scrap with you motherfucker |
| zuò qǔ : Cartagena, Jones, Lyon, Smith ... | |
| feat. Dre, Young Selah | |
| This is a world premier yeah Cook Coke Crack Chorus: | |
| If a nigga talk shit to me | |
| Nigga all | |
| I know Kato, ChiTown Rest in Peace my nigga | |
| I let them things go | |
| I let them things go | |
| If a nigga talk shit to me | |
| Nigga all | |
| I know. Yeah | |
| I let them things go | |
| I let them things go Verse 1: Fat Joe | |
| Hot child tried to warn em but he wouldn' t listen | |
| Then I had to run up on ' em with that thing that glisten | |
| That nickle plated 40 mil thats for the real | |
| All the city be talkin who they thought he was ????? | |
| I guess the game done changed | |
| See we come up in the 80' belive me it ain' t the same | |
| Lord forgive my temptation to kill | |
| But I got to give this fagots the deffinition of real | |
| Gotta keep it clapin' cause this streets is ill | |
| B' live them niggaz sleeky cause they sleepin on crilts | |
| When we back up niggaz pack up and move out | |
| Cause we animals, we abduct and pull out | |
| Washed up rapper you not respected 4 years passed and can' t even sighn to | |
| Koch Records | |
| Check it: | |
| You won' t be the first to get his first on | |
| Quit rap biagon and get to church on motherfucker Chorus Verse 2: Remy Martin ... see the squad is only | |
| Terror so this niggaz better listen | |
| If I touch it | |
| I destroy it, they callin me demolition | |
| But my name is | |
| Remy Ma, Miss | |
| Martin or reminiscein | |
| If you be' s that nigga you can call me that bitch | |
| But if you don' t know me | |
| Don' t call me shit | |
| All I know | |
| I let ' em go if a nigga talk shit | |
| I' m slicker then oil and all y' all can kiss my royal ass | |
| I get' s it poppin like a piece of a elastic | |
| My album is dropin nothing now it is a classic | |
| First chick try to front first chick | |
| I' m smackin | |
| And I' m known so sick bitch | |
| I spits backwards | |
| Backwards spits | |
| I bitch, nigga | |
| I' m laughin | |
| We don' t need no passes we got all access | |
| And I' m straight fire so please don' t gass it | |
| Cause I might blow my mic flow too hot | |
| I let them things go Chorus Verse 3: | |
| I don' t think that they ready | |
| I' m a problem | |
| The worst and youngest one outta three | |
| I' m a problem | |
| The first to get the gun and squeeze | |
| I' m a problem | |
| Decepted personality | |
| When I burst in rapidly your verse shoot backwardsly | |
| You see the back of a hearse you can reharse that with ease | |
| Take two I make you a superstar 6 o' clock news nigga, fuck who you are | |
| Cause you nobody till somebody kills you | |
| Pardon, so who is ready for stardom | |
| Niggaz talk gun play | |
| See I quit hearts harder | |
| Like a cold block of ice you try to stop my life | |
| Fuck my gun you better watch my knife | |
| I ain' t come to rap with ya | |
| I came to scrap with you motherfucker |
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