Mack 10
Mack 10 - The Letter songtekst
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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