Mack 10 - The Letter lyrics
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Intro:
(*manhave 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'knowyou niggas
Can't communicate with people*)
[mack 10] aw fuck youyou punk ass motherfucker
What the fuck you mean we can't communicate with people?
I tell you whatsince we can't communicateeh-eh
Eh b (yo) I'm gonna write this motherfucker a letter (alright)
Eh dogghand me my notebook (here you godogg)
Verse one:
To whom it may concern whoever you may be
Before you criticisetry 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 cheddaryou 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 bangindrug distributin and lootin
Eviction notices anddrive-by shootin?
So to whom it may concernthis letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
Chorus:
I do it all for the cashscrilla and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then I gotta sell blow
To whom it may concernthis 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 gangstakeep bangin and hittin switches
While some west coast gz act like bitches
How the fuck you gonna speak against gangsta rapnigga?
When that's what the fuck made you a gang of snapsnigga
Fool was the shitnow how could you dare
Become a millionaire and forget what got you there?
Fuck thatI 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 concernthis 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 copsI 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 solarwit 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 concernthis letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
Outro:
Psall you punk motherfuckers out there
Hatin on us young niggas gettin all this moneyeat a dick!
Cos we gon' stay richand continue to do our
Thang and forever hoo ridin and hoo bangnigga
Chorus to fade
