Phonte - Fan Mail lyrics

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh] Rapper Pooh's in the motherf**in buildin Phonte's in the buildin, Joe Scudda's in the buildin DJ Babu's on the motherf**in BEAT! From NC, to LA "Regulatin this game, f** a critic Cause when I'm spittin, I'mma split your sh** in!" [Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] Here we go, yo n***as tryna box me in How the f** 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, f**er 'fore I let you in Ronnie J. is my next-to-kin, and to be frank Muh'f**ers 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 n***a 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, f** a critic Cause when I'm spittin, I'mma split your sh** in [Verse 2: Joe Scudda] Yeah, J-O Aiyyo I'm sick of all the whinin and the b**hin 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 f**in crazy You done fell down and bumped your head You can s** my dick, that's what the f** Joe said Simple and plain, I wanted you to catch that sh** I said it, I meant it, so NO I don't regret that sh** But I still got fans that keep it real with Joe They love my co*ky persona and the ignorant flow They say, "f** 'em, get ignorant Joe" My manager told me to murder everything, so I'm k**in 'em Dho And I'on't really give a f** if you quote my sh** But it's me, and I should know cause I wrote my sh** 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 ba*tard which Gave me and the crew they a** 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 n***as hatin and frontin Everybody, yeah they own your sh**, 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 n***a, maybe slap a cracka Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like "f** 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 f** wit y'all, I'm doin ME, c'mon [Hook]