Fan Mail

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh] 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!" [Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] 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?! [Hook: 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... {"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic Cause when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shit in [Verse 2: Joe Scudda] 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?! [Hook] [Verse 3: Phonte] Peace to D.P.'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 [Hook]