Fat Joe - Let Them Things Go lyrics

This is a world premier (yeah) (Cook Coke Crack) [Hook: Dre] If a n***a talk sh** to me n***a all I know (Kato, Chi-Town Rest in Peace my n***a) I let them things go I let them things go If a n***a talk sh** to me n***a 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 k** But I got to give this f*gots the deffinition of real Gotta keep it clapin' cause this streets is ill B'live them n***as sleeky cause they sleepin on crilts When we back up n***as pack up and move out Cause we animals, we abduct and pull out Washed up rapper you not respected 4 years pa**ed 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 motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 2: Remy Martin] ...see it's the squadres and we Terror so this n***as 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 n***a you can call me that b**h But if you don't know me Don't call me sh** All I know I let 'em go if a n***a talk sh** I'm slicker then all you and all y'all can kiss my royal a** I get's it poppin like a piece of a ???? My album is dropin nothing now it is a cla**ic First chick try to front first chick I'm smackin And I'm known so sick b**h I spits backwards Backwards spits I b**h, n***a I'm laughin We don't need no pa**es we got all access And I'm straight fire so please don't ga** it Cause I might blow my mic flow too hot I let them things go [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Selah] 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 n***a, f** who you are Cause you nobody till somebody k**s you Pardon, so who is ready for stardom n***as talk gun clang See I quit hearts harder Like a cold block of ice you try to stop my life f** my gun you better watch my knife I ain't come to rap with ya I came to scrap with you motherf**er [Hook]