Artist: Truck f/ Apocalipps, Bless, Iron Mic Album: Planet of the Apes, Vol. 1 Song: Let it Go Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Iron Mic (Truck)] If you thugging like me, my nigga, grab ya gun Let it go, (let it go, let it go, let it go), that's right nigga And if you want it like me, bout ya ones when they come Let it go, (let it go, let it go, let it go) We screaming fuck the police, ain't no peace Til they let my niggas go, (let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go) Ya'll ain't fucking with me, or my team Let these muthafuckas know, (let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know) [Iron Mic] These muthafuckas ain't real, man, all they do is lie in they song You see that heat boy? That mean the Iron is on That mean it's time to get yo weight up, nigga, you on the block hustling? Pull the crate up nigga, Duncan Hines flow, time to get my cake up, nigga Since '94, my nine blow, it done ate up niggas Talking bout you the best, boy, you need to stop it We the best in the world, you the best in ya project So if you think you the loudest, get ya tech and come holla Put ya money up, I show you how to rep for a dollar It's our turn, this year boy, we stepping in hotter Ruthless Air Force One's, step it up partner So whose the best rapper boy? Don't even bother We all know you the best actor, you need an Oscar You get ripped with them box cutters, hit with them choppers For running to the DEA singing an opera Just a minute ago, though, you was a mobster Running round town with ya little revolver Now you locked up, talking more Antonio Tarver, nigga I been a Bastard since the death of my father I stayed at the projects, despite every option, trynna get farther Gotta do some heavy stacking for my son and my daughter Prepare for Ruthless, fuck a new world order Nigga, this is a warning, from them Staten Island boys, cross the water Got some unused slug, I put the new ones on ya The chew up on ya, put shoes up on ya Pardon me, I got my 1-2, 1-2, from the corner Holding the rap game hostage, nigga, move if you want to [Chorus] [Apocalipps] Aiyo, in '99 caught with the hammer, they sent my ass to the slammer G'd the parole board up, and now I'm out with the grammer Sun set, caught the ill gun connect in Atlanta 99 banana got me slumped, pulling my pants up Hands up, this is a stick-up, murked off in the stanza Good thing we ain't switch the plans up, things change Blue and white pulled us over, nigga, put ya hands up I ain't going back to the canner, no The way we back these niggas down, you would think we was Panthers Semi automatic, two desy's busting like cannons Now they hit my man up, flip, over some Meranda's Dipped, cuz I hear 'em sirens, running and scrambling A heist gone bad, you know we die for this though Let 'em, them pistols, not for sure, muthafucka, we let 'em go [Chorus] [Bless] Aiyo, wrist locked, hop over turnbuckles and pop When you think of me, you think of Michael Jackson's glitter socks I'm here to stay, and ya'll niggas is featherweights Besides that, I done knocked out all the heavyweight I bring it to you jut for thinking you hard And I post up like niggas do in Attica yard I'm the type to punch you in the face, just for fronting Guns is better off broke, cuz them shits ain't busting And go get ya click, them niggas won't do nothing With that weak poker face, I can tell you bluffing Come on, I got flow, I got dough, I got a chrome four-four I let it go.. [Truck] Let it go then... It was the night Roy Jones got knocked out, the streets was clear I can smell the fucking beef in the air And my heard don't pump Kool-Aid and I really don't care Soon as get to my gun, I'mma fix duke stairs That's the chrome in garbage can, next to the phone Straight pop ya head off, fucking split ya done If I pull out my hammer, I'm letting it go Whenever we bump heads, hot summer or cold snow I'm from Staten, where they killed po-po Give foul glisten reports, we no show Yeah, we argue with each other, but when it's drama, we form quick Combine so fast, how to get so thick I'm not from Texas, but I'm known to 'flip' It's Truck, I'm that nigga with heart, come through Dressed up as a bum, bust a shot, I hit shopping cart Screaming bumba clot, got bullets that'll tear ya big ass apart Then I rip through ya fucking heart [Chorus]