Let go
Trick Trick Lyrics
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(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em) but it's gonna be 'aight (yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon
Let's go, let's go
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up, let's go
If you want some, come get some
'Cause where I'm from we tote big guns
And everybody know somebody that know somebody that know somethin' bout it
And I want answers now
Who, what, where, when and why?
See, a lot of dudes like to act a fool
And all get all loud but that ain't my style (what?)
Now, he who he gonna get and what he gonna do
Run up on me if he want to
Out there impressin' his homies
But he stood up in front of his momma
I mop up the flo' with him
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get him
I got fools that'll go get him
This for him, his crew and the dudes that run with him
Let's go, let's go
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up
Let's go, let's go (let's go)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up, let's go
Gotta spit it for the murderers and the killers and the thugsters
That be fuckin' up the ballers and the dealers and the hustlers
Got me comin' at you bogus in the V.I.
While they bumpin' Lil' Jon, I'ma brush ya
It's the psycho nigga Twista from Chicago
Rollin' with the Miami nigga, that'll crush ya
We already been lookin' for drama
If a nigga try to get into with us then we gotta get him
Feelin' fury from my tough shit, that can't never be true and no Penicillin
I'm tellin' you Trick, I'm fit to steal him
Got me swingin' Crissy and Hennessy bottles in the club
With my thug homies goin' for ya scrilla
Don't get it twisted with that, "Overnight Celebrity"
You better be scared of me, in my city I'm a killer
Let's go, let's go
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up
Let's go, let's go (let's go)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up, let's go
I ain't that rappin' type alright
And I that actin' type alright
That soft ain't in my script
I'm a playa, you, you just a square
See, once that Hennessy into me
The whole industry is my enemy
If you ain't no kin to me or friend to me
Bitch, don't pretend to be (what?)
Yeah, I'm strictly for the thugs
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood
Got moments ghetto
And I don't even needs the gats for you weasly cats
I'm straight out the county of Dade
3-0-5, nigga M-I-A
Never gone south of the border
America's most wanted, you gon' get slaughtered
Let's go, let's go
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up
Let's go, let's go (let's go)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up
Let's go, let's go
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up
Let's go, let's go (let's go)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up, let's go
The A.K. go chop, chop, chop, chop
The S.K. go fire, fire, fire, fire
The A.K. go chop, chop, chop, chop
The S.K. go fire, fire, fire, fire
The lyrics to Trick Trick's song "Let Go" are an expression of aggression and defiance. The song begins by acknowledging the presence of "fuck niggaz" in the club, but asserting that it will be alright because Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, and Lil' Jon (his clique) don't care about them. The repeated phrase "let's go" serves as a call to action, indicating that if someone wants trouble, they should make it known. Trick Trick states that where he comes from, people carry big guns and everyone knows someone who knows something about violence. He demands answers about who, what, where, when, and why someone would act foolishly. While others may try to impress their friends, he emphasizes that his style is different.
The second verse features Twista from Chicago joining Trick Trick. They highlight their reputation as ruthless and dangerous individuals who are ready to confront anyone who messes with them. Twista mentions the use of Crissy and Hennessy bottles as potential weapons, showcasing the aggression and intensity they bring to the club. They warn that they are not to be messed with and instill fear in those who oppose them.
The third verse reiterates their association with the streets and the toughness that comes with it. They express their dislike for the rap and acting scene, asserting their preference for living a real and authentic life. Trick Trick demonstrates his loyalty to his city of Dade County, representing the 305 area code. He flaunts his affiliation with the streets and emphasizes his status as a wanted man in America.
Overall, the lyrics of "Let Go" convey a sense of defiance, aggression, and a willingness to defend oneself and one's crew against any form of threat or disrespect.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah (yeah, yeah), there's a lot of fuck niggaz in the club tonight
Yes, there are many disrespectful individuals in the club tonight
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em) but it's gonna be 'aight (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Disregard them, it will be fine
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Because my group and I don't care about those individuals
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know)
If you desire it, inform me
I'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up
I am about to physically confront someone
If you want some, come get some
If you desire a confrontation, approach me
'Cause where I'm from we tote big guns
In my hometown, we carry powerful firearms
And everybody know somebody that know somebody that know somethin' bout it
And everyone is connected to someone who possesses knowledge about it
Who, what, where, when and why?
I want to know the specific details
See, a lot of dudes like to act a fool
Many individuals enjoy behaving foolishly
And all get all loud but that ain't my style (what?)
They become excessively loud, but that is not my preferred approach
Now, he who he gonna get and what he gonna do
Now, who is he going to target and what actions will he take?
Run up on me if he want to
If he dares, he can approach me aggressively
Out there impressin' his homies
Attempting to appear impressive in front of his friends
But he stood up in front of his momma
However, he behaved foolishly in front of his mother
I mop up the flo' with him
I defeat him thoroughly
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get him
I forcefully enter, allowing the .44 caliber firearm to attack him
I got fools that'll go get him
I have individuals who will go after him
This for him, his crew and the dudes that run with him
This is directed towards him, his group, and his associates
Gotta spit it for the murderers and the killers and the thugsters
I must express this for the individuals involved in murder, crime, and thug culture
That be fuckin' up the ballers and the dealers and the hustlers
Those who disrupt wealthy individuals, drug dealers, and hard workers
Got me comin' at you bogus in the V.I.
I confront you dishonestly in a high-end setting
While they bumpin' Lil' Jon, I'ma brush ya
While they enjoy Lil' Jon's music, I will confront you aggressively
It's the psycho nigga Twista from Chicago
I am the crazy person, Twista, from Chicago
Rollin' with the Miami nigga, that'll crush ya
Associated with the Miami individual who will defeat you
We already been lookin' for drama
We have already been searching for conflict
If a nigga try to get into with us then we gotta get him
If someone tries to engage in a confrontation with us, we must retaliate
Feelin' fury from my tough shit, that can't never be true and no Penicillin
Experiencing anger and aggression that cannot be cured with Penicillin
I'm tellin' you Trick, I'm fit to steal him
I am informing you, Trick, that I am capable of overpowering him
Got me swingin' Crissy and Hennessy bottles in the club
I find myself swinging liquor bottles aggressively in the club
With my thug homies goin' for ya scrilla
With my criminal friends pursuing your money
Don't get it twisted with that, "Overnight Celebrity"
Do not misunderstand me with regards to becoming famous overnight
You better be scared of me, in my city I'm a killer
You should be afraid of me, as I am known to be dangerous in my hometown
I ain't that rappin' type alright
I am not someone who focuses solely on rapping
And I that actin' type alright
Nor am I an individual who engages in acting
That soft ain't in my script
Being weak and vulnerable is not a part of my character
I'm a playa, you, you just a square
I am a player, while you are simply a non-threatening individual
See, once that Hennessy into me
Once I consume Hennessy
The whole industry is my enemy
I perceive the entire industry as my adversaries
If you ain't no kin to me or friend to me
If you are not my family or friend
Bitch, don't pretend to be (what?)
Do not falsely portray yourself
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood
I am connected to the urban lifestyle and originate from a disadvantaged neighborhood
Got moments ghetto
I possess some moments of being ghetto
And I don't even needs the gats for you weasly cats
I don't even require firearms to confront weak, cowardly individuals like you
I'm straight out the county of Dade
I am directly from the county of Dade
3-0-5, nigga M-I-A
305, representing Miami
Never gone south of the border
Never left the country
America's most wanted, you gon' get slaughtered
Considered one of America's most wanted individuals, you will face brutal consequences
The A.K. go chop, chop, chop, chop
The A.K. rifle makes a chopping sound as it fires
The S.K. go fire, fire, fire, fire
The S.K. firearm makes a firing sound repeatedly
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carl Terrell Mitchell, Robert John Daisley, John Osbourne, Randy Rhoads, Maurice Young, Derrick A. Baker, James Gregory Scheffer, Maurice Dwight Marshall, Charles C. Young, Jonathan H. Smith
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