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fat killahz – let em go كلمات اغاني

[intro: shim_e bango]
man these hoe ass n_ggas man
think they can f_cking take shots at me man
think i’m not gonna holler back man?
these b_tch ass n_ggas man
i got 17 for these n_ggas man, heh heh
we’re ’bout to let these motherf_ckers go
they really don’t know man
yo, lemme see that real quick
ooh heh heh yeah
ooh i got hollows n_gga, i’m finna let these motherf_ckers go

[verse 1: shim_e bango]
i’ll be waiting for y’all n_ggas to pop out, pull a glock out
hit every window on your momma crib, shot the f_ck out
biggie told y’all n_ggas about beefing and i’m creep
on your ass with the heat, bandana around my cheeks
i run with a fleet of d n_ggas that love to scr_p (scr_p)
as dirty as they come, we’ll shoot you in the back
i really wanna relax, get scratch and count my stacks
these hoe ass n_ggas will never allow that
so i ride with a snub, who could die in the club
the ’45 to your mug, release 5 of them slugs
i’m from detroit where n_ggas get hit e’ry night
air tight, you could save [?] with your aim right
war i speak fluent, hug cats like ted nugent
school of hard knocks, y’all boys was all truant
so we can get the going going on if you want to
you a b_tch and we all know what you won’t do, motherf_cker
[chorus: marv won]
let em go, when a n_gga thinks that he’s tough
or when a certain motherf_cker run his mouth too much
and he thinking that he can’t be touched
but he don’t know about the gun you clutch, turn his ass to dust
let em go, or when a n_gga think you a b_tch
and when you cross paths he rags on you to his clique
and he brags about his car and his chicks
but that don’t mean sh_t, empty your clip, ’til your guns goes…

[verse 2: king gordy]
when i die f_ck it, i wanna go to h_ll
f_ck being alive to be confined in a cell, well
i’m wanted for triple homicide, his kids and his momma died
started up at [?] lounge, sprayed those rounds
don’t think i’ll shoot your b_tch, [?] i’ll lay hoes down
just run your loot and your rims, [?] i’ll take those now
i’m high and i’ll come to battle you, f_ck what you say
i’m riding up harper avenue, bustin’ the k
trynna make it to van dyk_, you coming my way?
tonight’s gon’ be your last night, you’re done for the day
(east side) [?] park robbing n_ggas in armani
it’s 5 o’clock and i done shot up everybody
with that fire from my side, grip it and c_ck it
pulling n_ggas out they rides, hitting they pockets (gimme your sh_t n_gga)
this flossing sh_t getting out of hand, i’m sorry
this n_gga bleeding and still tryna hold on to his cartiers
[chorus: marv won]
let em go, when a n_gga thinks that he’s tough
or when a certain motherf_cker run his mouth too much
and he thinking that he can’t be touched
but he don’t know about the gun you clutch, turn his ass to dust
let em go, or when a n_gga think you a b_tch
and when you cross paths he rags on you to his clique
and he brags about his car and his chicks
but that don’t mean sh_t, empty your clip, ’til your guns goes…

[verse 3: fatt father & god]
i’m so sick of the conversating god, so what you sayin’ [?]
why they wanna play like they hard until the k arrive (what’s up now n_gga)
it’s difficult to just disregard to sh_t they at times
“put it in my hands, stay calm and have a piece of mine”
nonsense, i take from no man, am i wrong? no
but k!lling a man is something i can’t condone though
well can i beat him half to death? uh uh
or at least half the stress, uh uh, give him a mag’ and just
watch as he blast hisself, son pay attention
i know it’s consequences, well if you know then go ahead and make your own decision
i been listening but life right here in detroit, michigan
is k!ll, be k!lled or face imprisonment
they talk and i live it, it’s more than just a hook and a verse
you live it, i made it, you scared? better head for the church
y’all lucky my man holding my back
or death becomes any cat running his trap, let em go
[chorus x2: marv won]
let em go, when a n_gga thinks that he’s tough
or when a certain motherf_cker run his mouth too much
and he thinking that he can’t be touched
but he don’t know about the gun you clutch, turn his ass to dust
let em go, or when a n_gga think you a b_tch
and when you cross paths he rags on you to his clique
and he brags about his car and his chicks
but that don’t mean sh_t, empty your clip, ’til your guns goes…

- fat killahz

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