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Mack 10 - The Letter lyrics
Intro: (*Man have you heard this stuff? This gangsta rap? It's fuckin bullshit. They're just talkin about dealin drugs and beatin on people and shit carryin guns to the studio. It's fucked up shit. And y'know you niggas can't communicate with people*) [Mack 10] Aw fuck you you punk ass motherfucker What the fuck you mean we can't communicate with people? I tell you what since we can't communicate eh eh Eh B (yo) I'm gonna write this motherfucker a letter (alright) Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (Here you go, dogg) Verse One: To whom it may concern whoever you may be Before you criticise, try to understand me If this shit do a million everytime you drop it then you would be foolish to change the topic I straight fiend for the cheddar, you know I got to get it So I swing for the fence everytime I hit it I been raised around the gangsta shit since elementary with Gz and the feds and the state penitentiary I'm from the place where the enemies put the scope on you and when the police pull you over they plant dope on you But you do what you need to feed your kids and your girl But you bastards don't even understand my world What you know about bangin, drug distributin and lootin eviction notices and, drive-by shootin? So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know Chorus: I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doe If you ban gangsta rap then I gotta sell blow To whom it may concern, this letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know *repeat* Verse Two: I done had it up to here with the ass kissin plus a nigga fed up with the media dissin Politicians protest and hate like the rest while niggas in the ghetto remain under stress But I stay gangsta, keep bangin and hittin switches while some West Coast Gz act like bitches How the fuck you gonna speak against gangsta rap, nigga? when that's what the fuck made you a gang of snaps, nigga Fool was the shit, now how could you dare become a millionaire and forget what got you there? Fuck that, I hit a stick laced with embalment fluid and make jams that make ya B and C walk to it I was able to bang the hood and pack a fo'-fo' Avoid the po-po and become a rap pro So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know Chorus Verse Three: I keep my pants saggin and my boxers showin And nigga it's Hoo Bangin for life in case you ain't knowin Look at the cops, I know they fed around and fiest out Peepin me cos I'm a thug and the watches iced out I got homies cookin chemicals like a chemist Next thing ya know we're outta town with birds flippin like a gymnast All we know is bang or boss so we're jugglin Can't get a job with two strikes so we're drug smugglin Wit heat on my back like I'm solar, wit a pistola mashin thru the ghetto witta car fulla yola But I'd rather write rhymes and rap over beats And if they ban that then a nigga still got to eat In every situation poverty's what I'm facin So I leave shell cases and keep my smoker's free basin So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know Outro: PS, all you punk motherfuckers out there hatin on us young niggas gettin all this money, eat a dick! Cos we gon' stay rich, and continue to do our thang and forever hoo ridin and Hoo Bang, nigga Chorus to fade |
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