The Letter Lyrics - Mack 10

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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