| Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick
|
| It’s tuesday 4:24 a. |
| m
|
| I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss
|
| I wanna send a copy to the industry
|
| Let these niggas know how I really feel
|
| I hope there’s enough ink in this motherfucker
|
| Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p
|
| Make sure I got enough reefer
|
| Cause I’m a be here a minute, it’s gonna be a long night
|
| Think I’m in the wrong place
|
| Thought I was in the music business
|
| Lotta you niggas doin music, but ain’t nobody doin business
|
| Everybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?
|
| My brother went to prison nigga
|
| Ain’t none of you niggas fuckin visit
|
| A nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business
|
| Paper work, artist splits that’s how you know the business finished
|
| Labels got you niggas fooled
|
| Got you thinkin it’s y’all pennies
|
| A lotta you niggas is music whores Cause y’all niggas don’t get it
|
| I’ont understand you niggas though
|
| Cause all I hang around is bitches
|
| Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it
|
| A bitch don’t get what she want Second thing she do is flip it
|
| Fuck niggas tell lies
|
| Real niggas pay attention
|
| Two niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn’t
|
| No awards, filthy rich
|
| Guess what? |
| ain’t trippin
|
| Ol g’s og
|
| Cause them niggas
|
| Control their feelings
|
| Killers kill and killers don’t tell you niggas that they killin
|
| A nigga that tell the story first
|
| The nigga don’t pay no fuckin attention
|
| Niggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image
|
| You hear a nigga droppin names
|
| The project comin out in a minute
|
| The only name’s you niggas say
|
| The one that the streets feelin
|
| You want street cred?
|
| You got to go in the streets
|
| And go an get it
|
| And niggas that talk the most shit
|
| The main niggas that ain’t authentic
|
| The rar rar nigga
|
| He the same nigga in court snitchin
|
| The game real simple homey
|
| It’s all talk and no killin
|
| A bunch of niggas that sit around
|
| And try to come up with gimmicks
|
| If you was real homey
|
| You’ll know what’s real
|
| And what isn’t
|
| Ain’t never rapped about
|
| A nigga in prison
|
| That I ain’t went and fuckin vist
|
| 3 albums and ain’t drop
|
| One name still with it
|
| Told you niggas from day one
|
| «pussy nigga, I ain’t friendly»
|
| Real niggas can’t be emulated
|
| And y’all try to fuckin bill it
|
| I keep my eyes on you niggas
|
| And fuck with you
|
| From a distance
|
| My principles is non-negotiable
|
| Point, blank, period!
|
| It’s kinda hot in this motherfucker
|
| But we got the a/c on
|
| Baby you actin like your fingers hurt
|
| Alright I got that little shit out the way
|
| I got some more shit for you to type
|
| Ready…
|
| Last niggas got shot
|
| Sued me for ten mill
|
| Some more niggas playin gangster
|
| I found out that wasn’t real
|
| Them yoppers started goin off
|
| Everybody fuckin squeal
|
| Niggas go from playin gangster
|
| To tellin who the shooter is
|
| I don’t know a nigga that rob
|
| That bring is camera
|
| To the crime scene
|
| Me somewhere without a couple shooters
|
| You fuckin kiddin me?
|
| Niggas win oscars off of actin
|
| And I see
|
| A nigga try anything
|
| To trick you off
|
| These fuckin streets
|
| A nigga try it all
|
| Just to sit down
|
| In your fuckin seat
|
| Bein hot? |
| I know about it
|
| I been that since '03
|
| Goon impersonators
|
| Is all you fuck niggas’ll ever be
|
| You either one of two things:
|
| You either groupies or the police
|
| Ah man, it’s gettin kind late
|
| But before I go
|
| Type this shit right here
|
| I charge 40,000
|
| I’m really worth 60
|
| This month was kind of slow
|
| Only did a quarter milli
|
| I’m hotter right now
|
| Then any nigga who ever diss me
|
| Know why you mad
|
| Cause I’m hotter than you and your city
|
| Been in the streets
|
| Say ounce goin for 550
|
| My dog just came home
|
| Bought him the 760
|
| «oh plies must be scared
|
| Keep his security with him»
|
| Security ain’t for you niggas
|
| My security for these bitches
|
| A million dollar nigga
|
| In a 30 dollar dickie
|
| Nigga I was totin choppers
|
| When niggas was riding 20's
|
| Niggas was on e&j
|
| Nigga I was drankin remy
|
| Was it a 745?
|
| Fore niggas had hemmys
|
| Benz on 4's dogs
|
| Hummer 26s
|
| I put the 8's on the drop
|
| Got the 2's on the bentley
|
| And niggas claim to hate me
|
| But ain’t got no holes in me
|
| Nigga I sell goon
|
| Nigga just say «how many? |
| «Ain't on a hundred songs
|
| Pussy cause I ain’t friendly
|
| Bills: I got none
|
| Money: I got plenty
|
| Gutter, and never left
|
| Nigga is still in me
|
| Say I’m her baby daddy
|
| Well that’s that bitch opinion
|
| A man, I’m finna let you go on
|
| Ahead and go home dog
|
| I don’t think you like to work
|
| As late as I like to work
|
| But I’m a finish this another time homey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Letter , by - Plies. Song from the album 3 Headed Monster, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп