Mack 10 - The Letter Lyrics
Intro:(*man, have you heard this stuff?This gangsta rap? its *****in bullshit.Theyre just talkin about dealin drugs and,Beatin on people and shit,Carryin guns to the studio. its *****ed up shit.And yknow, you niggasCant communicate with people*)[mack 10] aw ***** you, you punk ass mother*****erWhat the ***** you mean we cant communicate with people?I tell you what, since we cant communicate, eh-ehEh b (yo) Im gonna write this mother*****er a letter (alright)Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (here you go, dogg)Verse one:To whom it may concern whoever you may beBefore you criticise, try to understand meIf this shit do a million everytime you drop itThen you would be foolish to change the topicI straight fiend for the cheddar, you know I got to get itSo I swing for the fence everytime I hit itI been raised around the gangsta shit since elementaryWith gz and the feds and the state penitentiaryIm from the place where the enemies put the scope on youAnd when the police pull you over they plant dope on youBut you do what you need to feed your kids and your girlBut you bastards dont even understand my worldWhat you know about bangin, drug distributin and lootinEviction notices and, drive-by shootin?So to whom it may concern, this letter is to showThat real niggas only rap about what they knowChorus:I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doeIf you ban gangsta rap then I gotta sell blowTo whom it may concern, this letter is to showThat real niggas only rap about what they know*repeat*Verse two:I done had it up to here with the ass kissinPlus a nigga fed up with the media dissinPoliticians protest and hate like the restWhile niggas in the ghetto remain under stressBut I stay gangsta, keep bangin and hittin switchesWhile some west coast gz act like *****esHow the ***** you gonna speak against gangsta rap, nigga?When thats what the ***** made you a gang of snaps, niggaFool was the shit, now how could you dareBecome a millionaire and forget what got you there?***** that, I hit a stick laced with embalment fluidAnd make jams that make ya b and c walk to itI was able to bang the hood and pack a fo-foAvoid the po-po and become a rap proSo to whom it may concern, this letter is to showThat real niggas only rap about what they knowChorusVerse three:I keep my pants saggin and my boxers showinAnd nigga its hoo bangin for life in case you aint knowinLook at the cops, I know they fed around and fiest outPeepin me cos Im a thug and the watches iced outI got homies cookin chemicals like a chemistNext thing ya know were outta town with birds flippin like a gymnastAll we know is bang or boss so were jugglinCant get a job with two strikes so were drug smugglinWit heat on my back like Im solar, wit a pistolaMashin thru the ghetto witta car fulla yolaBut Id rather write rhymes and rap over beatsAnd if they ban that then a nigga still got to eatIn every situation povertys what Im facinSo I leave shell cases and keep my smokers free basinSo to whom it may concern, this letter is to showThat real niggas only rap about what they knowOutro:Ps, all you punk mother*****ers out thereHatin on us young niggas gettin all this money, eat a dick!Cos we gon stay rich, and continue to do ourThang and forever hoo ridin and hoo bang, niggaChorus to fade