Tytuł: The Letter

• Wykonawca: Mack 10
• Wyświetleń: 227

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