Let Em Go Lyrics

[Intro: Shim-E Bango]
Man these hoe ass niggas man
Think they can fucking take shots at me man
Think I'm not gonna holler back man?
These BITCH ass niggas man
I got 17 for these niggas man, heh heh
We're 'bout to let these motherfuckers GO
They really don't know man
Yo, lemme see that real quick
OOH heh heh yeah
Ooh I got hollows nigga, I'm finna let these motherfuckers go

[Verse 1: Shim-E Bango]
I'll be waiting for y'all niggas to pop out, pull a Glock out
Hit every window on your momma crib, shot the fuck out
Biggie told y'all niggas about beef and I'm creep
On your ass with the heat, bandana around my cheeks
I run with a fleet of D niggas that love to scrap (Scrap)
As dirty as they come, we'll shoot you in the back (Back)
I really wanna relax, get scratch and count my stacks (Stacks)
These hoe ass niggas 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 niggas get hit e'ry night
Air tight, you could save ammo if 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 bitch and we all know what you won't do, motherfucker

[Chorus: Marv Won]
Let Em Go, when a nigga thinks that he's tough
Or when a certain motherfucker 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 nigga think you a bitch
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 shit, empty your clip, 'til your guns goes...

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Fuck being alive to be confined in a cell, well
I'm wanted for triple homicide, his kids and his momma died
Started up at Rado's Lounge, sprayed those rounds
Don't think I'll shoot your bitch, [?] 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, fuck what you say
I'm riding up Harper Avenue, bustin' the K
Trynna make it to Van Dyke, you coming my way?
Tonight's gon' be your last night, you're done for the day
(EAST SIDE) [?] Park robbing niggas in Armani
It's only 5 o'clock and I done shot up everybody
With that fire from my side, grip it and cock it
Pulling niggas out they rides, hitting they pockets (Gimme your shit nigga)
This flossing shit getting out of hand, I'm sorry
This nigga bleeding and still tryna hold on to his Cartiers

[Chorus: Marv Won]
Let Em Go, when a nigga thinks that he's tough
Or when a certain motherfucker 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 nigga think you a bitch
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 shit, empty your clip, 'til your guns goes...

[Verse 3: Fatt Father & God]
I'm so sick of the conversating God, So what you sayin' 'Bazz?
Why they wanna play like they hard until the K arrive (What's up now nigga)
It's difficult to just disregard to shit 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 killing 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 kill, be killed 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 nigga thinks that he's tough
Or when a certain motherfucker 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 nigga think you a bitch
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 shit, empty your clip, 'til your guns goes...

Let Em Go Q&A

Who wrote Let Em Go's ?

Let Em Go was written by Shim E. Bango & King Gordy & Fatt Father & Marv Won.

Who produced Let Em Go's ?

Let Em Go was produced by Silent Riot.

When did Fat Killahz release Let Em Go?

Fat Killahz released Let Em Go on Tue Mar 15 2005.

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