Fan Mail Lyrics - Singles - Az

(AZ) Baby bring that ashtray in here 

Aiight 

(AZ) And bring my mail it's on top of the counter 

Here baby 

(AZ) Check, what's this 

I don't know some mail came thru today 

(AZ) Fishscale, Professional, what's this about men 

lemme see what this about 

Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes 

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Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good health 

As for self, no sense of worrying my cards been dealt 

Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid 

Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids 

It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scared they moms 

And temporary I was barred voluntary the bond 

Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address 

Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess 

Faced with life, it bites when reality hit 

And wit crime come a lot of technicality shit 

Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking 

Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking 

Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living 

But like me, most great men became god in prison 

Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life 

I was up in Cansaki, *****s started to fight 

You touched souls to a lost population of men 

And no doubt, if ever out they'll never lock me again 

Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back 

It's fucked up when your own folks ain't writing you back 

Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt 

You know the streets to the pen it's kinda hard to transact 

All the cars and the pretty women, condos, 

The clothes and the city living 

I seen division, breakdown of the population 

It's either submit, death or incarceration I felt the combination 

Torn between reality rap and the fakes 

Some do it for the salary cap few relate 

And been thru what I been thru at least in fraction 

So when they spit you could feel the passion I see you maxin' 

That Nas and that Jigga riff started some shit 

It departed the prison system we should argue a bit 

It's a glimpse of what's to come 

The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle 

I live like that of a star without the title, I had to write you 

It's beyond trying to enlight you 

It's a token of appreciation for being that poet with no abbreviations 

Much respect from us all wish you much success 

Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off 

And leave in the way that I greet and say peace 

Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga. 

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Word,... Gotta write homey back 

(AZ) Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out there 

Got a few more 

(AZ) You gotta read this one, the shit right here is deep, man 

Alright, gimme a minute 

(AZ) Okay, What's this one right here 

oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see this 

AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill been a fan 

And since then to me you still a man 

A real card player rarely reveals his hand 

And sincerely, I could say the hood feel ya jam 

I sit and listen to your last edition 

Washing dishes in the kitchen 

Or twisting the baby dreads on little Christian 

It's so sickening his father we both miss him 

He was killed in a '99 car collision 

I guess the best ones God get them the tar sniff 'em 

It's just the way it is in this bizarre system 

You remind me of his one concerning words when you speak 

You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all speech 

At night it's like his face just emerge in my sleep 

I smoke herb so that grief can stop disturbing my peace 

My life's deep, it coincide with the way that you rap 

I hate it when them commentators say that you back 

You never left you was always years ahead of the rest 

My baby-father even felt your style he say you was best 

How you dress how you move when you in the public 

Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you thug it... 

Know that, that's right, it's bigboy, okay, okay