Terror Squad, Dre, Fat Joe, Remy Ma, Young Selah - Let Them Things Go lyrics

This is a world premier (yeah)
(Cook Coke Crack)

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

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 niggas sleeky cause
They sleepin on crilts
When we back up niggas 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

See it's the squadres and we Terror
So this niggas 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 spit's backwards
Backwards spit's 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

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
Niggas 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