The Letter

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 peopleAw 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, doggTo 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 topicI 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 penitentiaryI'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 worldWhat 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 knowI 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 knowI 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 knowI 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 stressBut 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, niggaFool 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 itI 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 knowI 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 knowI 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 knowI 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 outI 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 eatIn 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 knowPS, 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, niggaI 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 knowI 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 knowI 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