Little Brother, Joe Scudda, Darien Brockington - Fan Mail lyrics
[Little Brother, Joe Scudda, Darien Brockington - Fan Mail lyrics]
Rapper Pooh's in the motherfuckin buildin
Phonte's in the buildin
Joe Scudda's in the buildin
DJ Babu's on the motherfuckin BEAT!
From NC, to LA
"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin
I'mma split your shit in!"
Here we go, yo niggas tryna box me in
How the fuck am I suppose to win?
Bruh, Poobie stay cool like I'm
West Coast pimpin with Schwinn
I'mma keep doin me, I just pimp with a pen
Til the day that I reach my end
I'mma always do me first
Fucker 'fore I let you in
Ronnie J is my next-to-kin, and to be frank
Muh'fuckers 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 nigga outta his zone
You ain't never wrote a rap in your life
Or even had the balls 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?!
(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
"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin
I'mma split your shit in
Yeah, J-O aiyyo I'm sick of all the
Whinin and the bitchin
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?
You fuckin crazy
You done fell down and bumped your head
You can suck my dick
That's what the fuck Joe said
Simple and plain
I wanted you to catch that shit
I said it, I meant it
So NO I don't regret that shit
But, I still got fans that
Keep it real with Joe
They love my cocky persona
And the ignorant flow
They say, "Fuck 'em, get ignorant Joe"
My manager told me to murder everything
So I'm killin 'em Dho
And I'on't really give a fuck
If you quote my shit but, it's me
And I should know cause I wrote my shit
Guess this game
Truly is the gift and a curse
You said you hate me so I
KNOW you gon love this verse, what?!
Peace to DP's and Alchemist
And this is dedicated to them bastard which
Gave me and the crew they ass to kiss
That's why I'm bout to be reborn
This verse is just a Braxton-Hicks
(C'mon) Just imagine if
You spend your whole life working hard
And still had niggas hatin and frontin
Everybody, yeah they own your shit
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 nigga, maybe slap a cracka
Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like
"Fuck these rap geeks
I'm rhymin wit Project Pat-a"
I know that's probably too much for y'all
I can tell all the nerves that I'm touchin on
I'm just stayin on my grind like bicuspids
Dawg i ain't got time to fuck
Wit y'all, I'm doin ME, c'mon
Phonte's in the buildin
Joe Scudda's in the buildin
DJ Babu's on the motherfuckin BEAT!
From NC, to LA
"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin
I'mma split your shit in!"
Here we go, yo niggas tryna box me in
How the fuck am I suppose to win?
Bruh, Poobie stay cool like I'm
West Coast pimpin with Schwinn
I'mma keep doin me, I just pimp with a pen
Til the day that I reach my end
I'mma always do me first
Fucker 'fore I let you in
Ronnie J is my next-to-kin, and to be frank
Muh'fuckers 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 nigga outta his zone
You ain't never wrote a rap in your life
Or even had the balls 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?!
(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
"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin
I'mma split your shit in
Yeah, J-O aiyyo I'm sick of all the
Whinin and the bitchin
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?
You fuckin crazy
You done fell down and bumped your head
You can suck my dick
That's what the fuck Joe said
Simple and plain
I wanted you to catch that shit
I said it, I meant it
So NO I don't regret that shit
But, I still got fans that
Keep it real with Joe
They love my cocky persona
And the ignorant flow
They say, "Fuck 'em, get ignorant Joe"
My manager told me to murder everything
So I'm killin 'em Dho
And I'on't really give a fuck
If you quote my shit but, it's me
And I should know cause I wrote my shit
Guess this game
Truly is the gift and a curse
You said you hate me so I
KNOW you gon love this verse, what?!
Peace to DP's and Alchemist
And this is dedicated to them bastard which
Gave me and the crew they ass to kiss
That's why I'm bout to be reborn
This verse is just a Braxton-Hicks
(C'mon) Just imagine if
You spend your whole life working hard
And still had niggas hatin and frontin
Everybody, yeah they own your shit
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 nigga, maybe slap a cracka
Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like
"Fuck these rap geeks
I'm rhymin wit Project Pat-a"
I know that's probably too much for y'all
I can tell all the nerves that I'm touchin on
I'm just stayin on my grind like bicuspids
Dawg i ain't got time to fuck
Wit y'all, I'm doin ME, c'mon