
Fan Mail Little Brother (Ft. Darien Brockington & Joe Scudda)
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[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?!
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?!
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