The Letter Songtext
von Mack 10

Man, have you heard this stuff, this gangsta rap?
It′s fuckin' bullshit
They just talkin′ about dealin' drugs and beatin' on people and shit
Carrying guns to the studio
That′s fucked up shit
You know, niggas can′t communicate with people

Ah, fuck you, you punk ass motherfuckers
What the fuck you mean we can't communicate with people?
I′ll tell you what, since we can't communicate
Ay, ay, ay B (Yo)
I′m finna write this motherfucker a letter
Ay dog, hand me my notebook (Here you go, dog)


To whom it may concern, whoever you may be
Before you criticize try to understand me
If your shit do a million, every time you drop it
Then you would be foolish to change the topic
A straight fiend for the cheddar, you know I got to get it
So I swing for the fence, every time I hit it
I've been raised around this gangsta shit since elementary
With G′s 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 dough
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 dough
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 G's act like bitches
How the fuck you gon' 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′ll hit a stick laced with embalming fluid
And make jams that make your B and C walk through 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 dough
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 dough
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, this Hoo Bangin' for life in case you ain′t knowin'

Look at the cops, I know they federal or viced out
Peepin' me ′cause I′m a thug and the watch is iced out
I got homies cookin' chemicals like a chemist
Next thing you know we out of town with birds flippin′ like a gymnast
All we know is bang or ball, so we jugglin'
Can′t get a job for two strikes, so we drug smugglin'

With the heat on my back like I′m solar
With a pistola, mashin' through the ghetto with a car full of 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 casings and keep my smokers freebasin′
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know

P.S. All you punk motherfuckers out there hatin'
On us young niggas gettin′ all this money
Eat a dick 'cause we gon′ stay rich
And continue to do our thang
And forever hoo-ride and hoo-bang, nigga

I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the dough
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 dough
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 dough
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