a name sewn on to a la shirt With a loop, collar flat, two on two Lots of pink, baby blue And a name sewn on to a la shirt With a loop, collar flat,
it When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways
it going on, with ease you really worked it Let's review the scene just to see if it was worth it: Okay, last fall's when you started it all October
Chillin with the snakes is a sin But through it all, I kept it real within [killah priest] From the giggles of a murderer, or the hugs of a burglar So
had a sac Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it With ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it I used the banner of a slant with
in a mental death Meaning living in a mental grave You need somebody to dig that grave up and bring them back to life There's no chance for a physical
New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but Welcome
the grace to carry on It's a damn shame Chorus Let it go Let it go I know it's hard But you should let it go Life goes on and you should know If you
'em got a pair of pre school college scissors in her purse Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig', beatch Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
comes alive on Flatbush Ave with toothy smiles Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes And birds burst into flames while singing Satan's
know it's hard to talk about You gotta keep going on with your life Letting it out Let it go Let it go I know it's hard But you should let it go Life
, I'm a rep to the fullest Like Shyne in the club I throw bullets, bullets Ha son, it's a like it or not thing, nah mean? This one is for Brooklyn I'
throw down your guns You see it doesn't matter where you come from You could be from Park Ave or from a park bench You could be a politican or a bitchy
did must be losing it Because it almost felt like it might just have some truth in it Now back to the platter at hand she said she's twenty-one And
life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a child? Now what kinda life is that for a fuckin'
Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it Searchin for some static, it's automatic bitch you hope you found it He's been grouded
