Let Them Things Go (feat. Remy Ma, Fat Joe, Dre & Young Selah)

(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 warned '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 it's the squadres and we Terror so this niggaz better listen If I touch it I destroy it, they callin me demolition But my name is Remy Ma, get smarten 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 all you and all y'all can kiss my royal ass I get's it poppin like a piece of a? 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 clang 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 [Chorus]