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little brother – fan mail lyrics

migger!

[intro: rapper big pooh]
rapper pooh’s in the motherf-ckin buildin
phonte’s in the buildin, joe scudda’s in the buildin
dj babu’s on the motherf-ckin beat!
from nc, to la

[lil’ fame “g. building”:]
“regulatin this game, f-ck a critic
cause when i’m spittin, i’m a split your sh-t in! ”

[rapper big pooh:]
here we go, yo; n-gg-z tryna box me in
how the f-ck am i suppose to win?
bruh, poobie stay cool like i’m west coast pimpin with schwinn
i’m a keep doin me, i just pimp with a pen
til the day that i reach my end
i’m a always do me first, f-cker ‘fore i let you in
ronnie j. is my next-to-kin, and to be frank
muh’f-ckers i ain’t take it from him (take it from him)
i done been criticize, critique to stone
even had people tell me i should leave it alone
how you gon throw rocks, but you don’t want the throne
try and keep a n-gg- outta his zone
you ain’t never wrote a rap in your life,
or even handle bars to put yourself on the mic, but you talk about me
if i talk about you, you won’t buy my cds’
i’m talkin ’bout y’all, tell me what it’s gon be, what? !

[chorus: darien brockington]
(holla, holla, holla, holla)
i’m just huuuuman
i’m onnnnly a maaaaaaaan…
and i’m doooooin the best that i caaaaan, yeah…
i was yooooou, would you pleeeease understand, yeah…

[lil’ fame “g. building”:]
{“regulatin this game, f-ck a critic
cause when i’m spittin, i’m a split your sh-t in”}

[joe scudda:]
yeah, j-o, aiyyo i’m sick of all the whinin and the b-tchin
i swear you act like a bunch of ladies
cause all you every do is cry like a bunch of babies
do you really think that y’all opinion with joe will switch my flow?
f-ckin crazy; you done fell down and b-mped your head
you can suck my d-ck, that’s what the f-ck joe said
simple and plain, i wanted you to catch that sh-t
i said it, i meant it, so no i don’t regret that sh-t
but i still got fans that keep it real with joe
they love my c-cky persona and the ignorant flow
they say, “f-ck ’em, ya ignorant joe”
my manager told me to murder everything, so i’m killin ’em doe
and i’on’t really give a f-ck if you quote my sh-t
but it’s me, and i should know cause i wrote my sh-t
guess this game, truly is a gift and a curse
you said you hate me so i know you gon luh this verse, what? !

[chorus]

[phonte:]
peace to d.p.’s and alchemisssst
and dis is dedicated to them b-st-rd whicccch
gave me and the crew dey -ss to kiss
that’s why i’m bout to be reborn, this verse is just a braxton hits
(c’mon) just imagine if, you spend your whole life working hard
and still had n-gg-z hatin and frontin
everybody, yeah they own your sh-t, but got they bones to pick
like we was playin operation or sumthin
maybe then you might lose it, get a little madder
wanna choke a n-gg-, maybe slap a cracka
maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like,
“f-ck these rap geeks, i’m rhymin with project pat-a”
i know that’s probably too much for y’all
i can tell on the nerves that i’m touchin on
i’m just stayin on my grind like bicuspids, dawg
i ain’t got time to f-ck with y’all, i’m doin me, c’mon

[chorus]

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