The Letter

Mack 10

rexparker

Singen

Liedtext

Aufnahmen

Man, have you heard this stuff?

This gangster rap?

It's fucking bullshit.

talking about dealing drugs and beating on people and shit, carrying guns.

It's a studio.

It's fucked up shit.

You know, niggers can't communicate with people.

Oh, fuck.

Punk-ass motherfucker.

What the fuck do you mean we can't communicate with people?

I'll tell you what, since we can't communicate, hey!

Hey, Bink.

Yo.

I'm going to write this motherfucker a letter.

Hey, dog, hand me my notebook.

Here you go, dog.

To whom it may concern whoever you may be, before you criticize, try to understand me.

If your shit do a million every time you drop it, then you would be foolish to change the topic.

A straight fiend for the cheddar.

You know I got to get it, so I swing for the fence.

Every time I hit it, I've been raised around this gangster shit since elementary.

With G's in 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 banging, drug distributing, and looting?

He thinks you notice this and drive by shooting.

So to whom it may concern us, that is to show.

That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, Sprilla and the dough If you're bad gangster rap, then I gotta sell blow

To whom it may concern as that is to show That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash

I done had it up to here with the ass kissin'.

Plus nigga fed up with the media dissing.

Politicians protest and hate like the rest.

While niggas in the ghetto remain under stress.

But I stay gangster, keep banging and hitting switches.

while some west coast g's 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

Who was the shit?

Now, how could you dare become a millionaire and forget what got you there?

Fuck that.

I hit a stick lace with embalming fluid and make jams that make your B and C walk through it.

I was able to bang the hood and pack a faux faux.

Avoid the po-po and become a rap bro.

So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show.

That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, Skrilla and the Doge If your variegation rap, then I gotta self-blow

To whom it may concern, this letter is the show That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, thriller in the dough If your band gets your rap, then I gotta sell blow To whom it may concern, this letter is the show That real niggas only rap about what they know I see my pants saggin' and my boxers showin'

And nigga, that's who banging for life in case you ain't knowing.

Look at the cops.

I know they fed a rail of iced out.

People meet because I'm a thug and the watch is iced out.

I got homies cooking chemicals like a chemist.

Next thing you know, we out of town with birds flipping like a gymnast.

All we know is bang a ball, so we jugglin'.

Can't get a job but two strikes, so we drug smugglin'.

With heat on my back like I'm Sola.

With a pistola, mashin' through the ghetto.

With a car full of Yola.

But I'd rather ride rhymes and rap over beats.

And if they ban that, then the niggas still got to eat.

In every situation, poverty's what I'm facing.

So I leave shell casings and keep my smokers freebasing.

So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know.

P.S.

All you punk motherfuckers out there hatin' on us young niggas gettin' all this money.

Eat a dick, cause we gon' stay rich.

And continue to do our thing.

And forever, Hoot Rod and Hoot Bang, nigga.

I do it all for the cash.

Sprilling in the dough.

If your bag ain't wrapped, then I gotta sell blow.

So who me make concern?

This letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know.

I do it all for the cash.

Sprilling in the dough.

If your bag ain't wrapped, then I gotta sell blow.

To whom it may concern This letter is to show That real niggas

Man, have you heard this stuff?

This gangster rap?

It's fucking bullshit.

talking about dealing drugs and beating on people and shit, carrying guns.

It's a studio.

It's fucked up shit.

You know, niggers can't communicate with people.

Oh, fuck.

Punk-ass motherfucker.

What the fuck do you mean we can't communicate with people?

I'll tell you what, since we can't communicate, hey!

Hey, Bink.

Yo.

I'm going to write this motherfucker a letter.

Hey, dog, hand me my notebook.

Here you go, dog.

To whom it may concern whoever you may be, before you criticize, try to understand me.

If your shit do a million every time you drop it, then you would be foolish to change the topic.

A straight fiend for the cheddar.

You know I got to get it, so I swing for the fence.

Every time I hit it, I've been raised around this gangster shit since elementary.

With G's in 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 banging, drug distributing, and looting?

He thinks you notice this and drive by shooting.

So to whom it may concern us, that is to show.

That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, Sprilla and the dough If you're bad gangster rap, then I gotta sell blow

To whom it may concern as that is to show That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash

I done had it up to here with the ass kissin'.

Plus nigga fed up with the media dissing.

Politicians protest and hate like the rest.

While niggas in the ghetto remain under stress.

But I stay gangster, keep banging and hitting switches.

while some west coast g's 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

Who was the shit?

Now, how could you dare become a millionaire and forget what got you there?

Fuck that.

I hit a stick lace with embalming fluid and make jams that make your B and C walk through it.

I was able to bang the hood and pack a faux faux.

Avoid the po-po and become a rap bro.

So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show.

That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, Skrilla and the Doge If your variegation rap, then I gotta self-blow

And nigga, that's who banging for life in case you ain't knowing.

Look at the cops.

I know they fed a rail of iced out.

People meet because I'm a thug and the watch is iced out.

I got homies cooking chemicals like a chemist.

Next thing you know, we out of town with birds flipping like a gymnast.

All we know is bang a ball, so we jugglin'.

Can't get a job but two strikes, so we drug smugglin'.

With heat on my back like I'm Sola.

With a pistola, mashin' through the ghetto.

With a car full of Yola.

But I'd rather ride rhymes and rap over beats.

And if they ban that, then the niggas still got to eat.

In every situation, poverty's what I'm facing.

So I leave shell casings and keep my smokers freebasing.

So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know.

P.S.

All you punk motherfuckers out there hatin' on us young niggas gettin' all this money.

Eat a dick, cause we gon' stay rich.

And continue to do our thing.

And forever, Hoot Rod and Hoot Bang, nigga.

I do it all for the cash.

Sprilling in the dough.

If your bag ain't wrapped, then I gotta sell blow.

So who me make concern?

This letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know.

I do it all for the cash.

Sprilling in the dough.

If your bag ain't wrapped, then I gotta sell blow.

To whom it may concern This letter is to show That real niggas

Mack 10

rexparker

Sing

Liedtext

Aufnahmen

Man, have you heard this stuff?

This gangster rap?

It's fucking bullshit.

talking about dealing drugs and beating on people and shit, carrying guns.

It's a studio.

It's fucked up shit.

You know, niggers can't communicate with people.

Oh, fuck.

Punk-ass motherfucker.

What the fuck do you mean we can't communicate with people?

I'll tell you what, since we can't communicate, hey!

Hey, Bink.

Yo.

I'm going to write this motherfucker a letter.

Hey, dog, hand me my notebook.

Here you go, dog.

To whom it may concern whoever you may be, before you criticize, try to understand me.

If your shit do a million every time you drop it, then you would be foolish to change the topic.

A straight fiend for the cheddar.

You know I got to get it, so I swing for the fence.

Every time I hit it, I've been raised around this gangster shit since elementary.

With G's in 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 banging, drug distributing, and looting?

He thinks you notice this and drive by shooting.

So to whom it may concern us, that is to show.

That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, Sprilla and the dough If you're bad gangster rap, then I gotta sell blow

To whom it may concern as that is to show That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash

I done had it up to here with the ass kissin'.

Plus nigga fed up with the media dissing.

Politicians protest and hate like the rest.

While niggas in the ghetto remain under stress.

But I stay gangster, keep banging and hitting switches.

while some west coast g's 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

Who was the shit?

Now, how could you dare become a millionaire and forget what got you there?

Fuck that.

I hit a stick lace with embalming fluid and make jams that make your B and C walk through it.

I was able to bang the hood and pack a faux faux.

Avoid the po-po and become a rap bro.

So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show.

That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, Skrilla and the Doge If your variegation rap, then I gotta self-blow

And nigga, that's who banging for life in case you ain't knowing.

Look at the cops.

I know they fed a rail of iced out.

People meet because I'm a thug and the watch is iced out.

I got homies cooking chemicals like a chemist.

Next thing you know, we out of town with birds flipping like a gymnast.

All we know is bang a ball, so we jugglin'.

Can't get a job but two strikes, so we drug smugglin'.

With heat on my back like I'm Sola.

With a pistola, mashin' through the ghetto.

With a car full of Yola.

But I'd rather ride rhymes and rap over beats.

And if they ban that, then the niggas still got to eat.

In every situation, poverty's what I'm facing.

So I leave shell casings and keep my smokers freebasing.

So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know.

P.S.

All you punk motherfuckers out there hatin' on us young niggas gettin' all this money.

Eat a dick, cause we gon' stay rich.

And continue to do our thing.

And forever, Hoot Rod and Hoot Bang, nigga.

I do it all for the cash.

Sprilling in the dough.

If your bag ain't wrapped, then I gotta sell blow.

So who me make concern?

This letter is to show that real niggas only rap about what they know.

I do it all for the cash.

Sprilling in the dough.

If your bag ain't wrapped, then I gotta sell blow.

To whom it may concern This letter is to show That real niggas

Man, have you heard this stuff?

This gangster rap?

It's fucking bullshit.

talking about dealing drugs and beating on people and shit, carrying guns.

It's a studio.

It's fucked up shit.

You know, niggers can't communicate with people.

Oh, fuck.

Punk-ass motherfucker.

What the fuck do you mean we can't communicate with people?

I'll tell you what, since we can't communicate, hey!

Hey, Bink.

Yo.

I'm going to write this motherfucker a letter.

Hey, dog, hand me my notebook.

Here you go, dog.

To whom it may concern whoever you may be, before you criticize, try to understand me.

If your shit do a million every time you drop it, then you would be foolish to change the topic.

A straight fiend for the cheddar.

You know I got to get it, so I swing for the fence.

Every time I hit it, I've been raised around this gangster shit since elementary.

With G's in 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 banging, drug distributing, and looting?

He thinks you notice this and drive by shooting.

So to whom it may concern us, that is to show.

That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, Sprilla and the dough If you're bad gangster rap, then I gotta sell blow

To whom it may concern as that is to show That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash

I done had it up to here with the ass kissin'.

Plus nigga fed up with the media dissing.

Politicians protest and hate like the rest.

While niggas in the ghetto remain under stress.

But I stay gangster, keep banging and hitting switches.

while some west coast g's 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

Who was the shit?

Now, how could you dare become a millionaire and forget what got you there?

Fuck that.

I hit a stick lace with embalming fluid and make jams that make your B and C walk through it.

I was able to bang the hood and pack a faux faux.

Avoid the po-po and become a rap bro.

So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show.

That real niggas only rap about what they know I do it all for the cash, Skrilla and the Doge If your variegation rap, then I gotta self-blow

And nigga, that's who banging for life in case you ain't knowing.

Look at the cops.

I know they fed a rail of iced out.

People meet because I'm a thug and the watch is iced out.