Tsu Surf - Letter to Mr. Lamar lyrics

n***as make a few hits and feel Hov like, man, that's Beyonce Must be sipping some Kanye I feel some type of way, but wait, what that homie Quan say? See, this that Pearl Harbor, 9/11, Boston Bombing kind of day So y'all pray With Phil metaphors I a**ume you think you Kobe I'll be Jeremy Lin after the win Ask him if he know, I rest my case Generous with caskets and everybody needs a resting place Champin' a mild, just listening thinking wow They give him a buzz, they rock at the label, they sell (?) I guess you looking down Well I'm sniping hundred miles away Don't bother to look around Pelvis shots, wait, where they do that? It's head shot central, n***as get they sh** blew back I snap and I rant, a certified stamp Pure leader, too many vans strapped full of vamps 300 Spartans, chest banging, mumbling the champ East Coast, I'ma say the sh** Stack Bundles can't Rest in peace, no diss, but I couldn't let this bet slide A big l, some Big L in a '92 Nissan If I was him I wouldn't pay me no mind If he meant what he said, right, then maybe he'll respond I need to stop barking, boy, I need a leash n***as like, "Jesus! Damn! Sheesh!" before he even speak It's suicide, nah, he shouldn't even leap This sh** will make Gotti turn up, go and squeeze his piece Mentioning God names can only put you in a Holy spot But we gon' let homie rock I'm Jadakiss step son, Style P lil bruh I'm that gun that Nas don't even know he got New York City right across the water So the shot that they sending echo loud by the boarder I'm on call like Batman Bad to the bone, what, you need to see my CAT scan? The k**ers kept it cool, the a**a**ins never speak If the hitman hungry then the body coming cheap East Coast!