Plies - Letter lyrics

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 n***as know how I really feel I hope there's enough ink in this motherf**er 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 n***as doin music, but ain't nobody doin business Everybody want favors, Who you n***as f**in kiddin? My brother went to prison n***a Ain't none of you n***as f**in visit A n***a want me on his album take care of f**in business Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished Labels got you n***as fooled Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies A lotta you n***as is music who*es Cause y'all n***as don't get it I understand you n***as though Cause all I hang around is b**hes Soon as you make a b**h mad, first thing she do is twist it A b**h don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it f** n***as tell lies Real n***as pay attention Two n***as beefin means: One hot, one isn't No awards, filthy rich Guess what? ain't trippin Ol g's og Cause them n***as Control their feelings k**ers k** and k**ers don't tell you n***as that they k**in A n***a that tell the story first The n***a don't pay no f**in attention n***as lie for one reason: To boost they motherf**in image You hear a n***a droppin names The project comin out in a minute The only name's you n***as say The one that the streets feelin You want street cred? You got to go in the streets And go an get it And n***as that talk the most sh** The main n***as that ain't authentic The rar rar n***a He the same n***a in court snitchin The game real simple homey It's all talk and no k**in A bunch of n***as 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 n***a in prison That I ain't went and f**in vist 3 albums and ain't drop One name still with it Told you n***as from day one "p**y n***a, I ain't friendly" Real n***as can't be emulated And y'all try to f**in bill it I keep my eyes on you n***as And f** with you From a distance My principles is non-negotiable Point, blank, period! It's kinda hot in this motherf**er But we got the a/c on Baby you actin like your fingers hurt Alright I got that little sh** out the way I got some more sh** for you to type Ready... Last n***as got shot Sued me for ten mill Some more n***as playin gangster I found out that wasn't real Them yoppers started goin off Everybody f**in squeal n***as go from playin gangster To tellin who the shooter is I don't know a n***a that rob That bring is camera To the crime scene Me somewhere without a couple shooters You f**in kiddin me? n***as win oscars off of actin And I see A n***a try anything To trick you off These f**in streets A n***a try it all Just to sit down In your f**in seat Bein hot? I know about it I been that since '03 Goon impersonators Is all you f** n***as'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 sh** 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 n***a 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 for you n***as My security for these b**hes A million dollar n***a In a 30 dollar dickie n***a I was totin choppers When n***as was riding 20's n***as was on e&j n***a I was drankin remy Was it a 745? Fore n***as 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 n***as claim to hate me But ain't got no holes in me n***a I sell goon n***a just say "how many? " Ain't on a hundred songs p**y cause I ain't friendly Bills: I got none Money: I got plenty Gutter, and never left n***a is still in me Say I'm her baby daddy Well that's that b**h 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