| Rapper Pooh’s in the motherfuckin buildin
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| Phonte’s in the buildin, Joe Scudda’s in the buildin
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| DJ Babu’s on the motherfuckin BEAT!
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| From NC, to LA
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| «Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
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| Cause when I’m spittin, I’mma split your shit in!»
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| Here we go, yo niggas tryna box me in
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| How the fuck am I suppose to win?
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| Bruh, Poobie stay cool like I’m West Coast pimpin with Schwinn
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| I’mma keep doin me, I just pimp with a pen
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| Til the day that I reach my end
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| I’mma always do me first, fucker 'fore I let you in
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| Ronnie J. is my next-to-kin, and to be frank
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| Muh’fuckers I ain’t take it from him (take it from him)
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| I done been criticize, critique to stone
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| Even had people tell me I should leave it alone
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| How you gon throw rocks, but you don’t want the throne
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| Try and keep a nigga outta his zone
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| You ain’t never wrote a rap in your life
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| Or even had the balls to put yourself on the mic
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| But you talk about ME?
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| If I talk about you, you won’t buy my CDs'
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| I’m talkin 'bout y’all, tell me what it’s gon be
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| WHAT?!
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| (Holla, holla, holla, holla)
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| I’m just huuuuman
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| I’m onnnnly a maaaaaaaan…
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| And I’m doooooin the best that I caaaaan, yeah…
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| I was yooooou, would you pleeeease understand, yeah…
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| {"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
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| Cause when I’m spittin, I’mma split your shit in
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| Yeah, J-O
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| Aiyyo I’m sick of all the whinin and the bitchin
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| I swear you act like a bunch of ladies
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| Cause all you every do is cry like a bunch of babies
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| Do you really think that y’all opinion with Joe will switch my flow?
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| You fuckin crazy
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| You done fell down and bumped your head
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| You can suck my dick, that’s what the fuck Joe said
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| Simple and plain, I wanted you to catch that shit
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| I said it, I meant it, so NO I don’t regret that shit
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| But I still got fans that keep it real with Joe
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| They love my cocky persona and the ignorant flow
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| They say, «Fuck 'em, get ignorant Joe»
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| My manager told me to murder everything, so I’m killin 'em Dho
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| And I’on’t really give a fuck if you quote my shit
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| But it’s me, and I should know cause I wrote my shit
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| Guess this game, truly is the gift and a curse
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| You said you hate me so I KNOW you gon love this verse, what?!
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| Peace to D.P.'s and Alchemist
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| And this is dedicated to them bastard which
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| Gave me and the crew they ass to kiss
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| That’s why I’m bout to be reborn, this verse is just a Braxton-Hicks
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| (C'mon) Just imagine if, you spend your whole life working hard
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| And still had niggas hatin and frontin
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| Everybody, yeah they own your shit, but got they bones to pick
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| Like we was playin Operation or sumthin
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| Maybe then you might lose it, get a little madder
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| Wanna choke a nigga, maybe slap a cracka
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| Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like
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| «Fuck these rap geeks, I’m rhymin wit Project Pat-a»
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| I know that’s probably too much for y’all
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| I can tell all the nerves that I’m touchin on
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| I’m just stayin on my grind like bicuspids, dawg
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| I ain’t got time to fuck wit y’all, I’m doin ME, c’mon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fan Mail , by - Little Brother. Song from the album And Justus For All, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп