Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Go, artist - Fred The Godson.
Date of issue: 15.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let Go |
Thousands of people die every day, but you put one dead body |
In the middle of a busy street and it makes people crazy |
Be one of us |
This reminds me of a dimmer sky |
Fire comin' out the trash cans, I hear they shiver, cry |
Bloody river, why? |
Grounds of hot coal |
Uptown, B-X, we will not grow |
That’s what they told me |
I told 'em I beg to differ |
My flow’ll paint 'em that picture |
I’ll show you, see Fred that nigga, ahh |
Overcame adversity |
First sick, they was nursin' me |
I whisper in my uncle’s hearse |
And now they save a verse for me |
So I prepare poems purposely, they fit perfectly |
I know life’s a bitch |
I tried to lure her in like Urkel, see (woo!) |
Mama birth me, here in Bronx Lebanon |
My lines get busy |
I can’t call it, telethon |
I’m surrounded by alcoholics and heroin |
Everyone, I been through hell and back |
Tell 'em bring it on |
Black round, MAC rounds in a black down |
I hop out and hear this chorus in the background, ahh |
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow |
Mama tellin' me let go |
I hear her echo (echo, echo…) |
Forgive me father, I feel 'em |
I still gotta kill 'em |
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.) |
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow |
Mama tellin' me let go |
I hear her echo (echo, echo…) |
Forgive me father, I feel 'em |
I still gotta kill 'em |
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.) |
This is after Armageddon |
This the rapture |
This the eve before Bin Laden’s capture |
This Saddam Hussein hangin' from a rope |
This when the first shift cocaine came in on the boat (woo!) |
This is the scriptures |
Different scripts, these the pictures |
Feds flickin' they pictures at Fred, well it figures |
I read Anne Frank’s diary, it really left me bitter as an individual |
The invisible death of Hitler, sorry |
I go in deep thought, back to the street talk |
Teach 'em a lesson with the Wesson, you must keep chalk |
Now we in a uproar, and it’s the police fault |
They gon' kill us 'til we all deceased, whoa |
A million men in D.C. that ain’t do shit |
I was here gettin' PC’d, this is true shit |
Background, Incarcerated Scarfaces, Wu shit |
Let me calm down, woosah, this what I do, shit |
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow |
Mama tellin' me let go |
I hear her echo (echo, echo…) |
Forgive me father, I feel 'em |
I still gotta kill 'em |
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.) |
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow |
Mama tellin' me let go |
I hear her echo (echo, echo…) |
Forgive me father, I feel 'em |
I still gotta kill 'em |
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.) |
When we serve, violence is preferred |
So it’s evil that is referred 'til we merge |
Heaven and hell, then we see which one’ll emerge |
Sittin' in the church where it sound like voices is reverb |
So I’m observin' |
Reluctant, duckin' |
The serpent’s lurkin' |
I’m hurtin', while workin' the birth of my daughter smirkin', ahh |
Will do whatever, wherever |
Whenever to whoever |
So never let her tell her daddy to bring Berettas |
I’m comin' to kill |
Clip me (?), 'fore they kill me |
And leave 'em underground covered in lilies |
Nigga really, you feel me |
This the CITY OF GOD |
This the CITY OF GOD |
The angels bombin', and Michael said it’s gonna be hard |
So the opposition, I send my regards |
Then I gather TBM, yeah I’m comin' with squad |
I see Pun’s reflection in the mirror |
Biggie’s shadow while I’m walkin' |
Can’t explain any clearer, ahh |
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow |
Mama tellin' me let go |
I hear her echo (echo, echo…) |
Forgive me father, I feel 'em |
I still gotta kill 'em |
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.) |
I’m 'bout to let the TEC blow |
Mama tellin' me let go |
I hear her echo (echo, echo…) |
Forgive me father, I feel 'em |
I still gotta kill 'em |
(Gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em.) |