letter lyrics – plies


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*gg*s know how i really feel
i hope there’s enough
ink in this motherf*cker
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 gon be a long night

think i’m in the wrong place
thought i was in
the music business
lotta you n*gg*s doin music
but ain’t n*body doin business
everybody want favors
who you n*gg*s f*ckin kiddin?
my brother went to prison n*gg*
ain’t none of you n*gg*s
f*ckin visit
a n*gg* want me on his alb*m
take care of f*ckin business
paper work, artist splits
that’s how you know the
business finish
labels got you n*gg*s fooled
got you thinkin it’s y’all pennies
a lotta you n*gg*s is music wh*r*s
cause y’all n*gg*s don’t get it
i don’t understand you n*gg*s though
cause all i hang
around is b*tches
soon as you make a b*tch mad
first thing she do is twist it
a b*tch don’t get what she want
sencond thing she do is flip it
f*ck n*gg*s tell lies
real n*gg*s pay attention
two n*gg*s beef with me
one hot, one isn’t
no awards, filthy rich
guess what? ain’t trippin
ol g’s og
cause them n*gg*s
control their feelings
killers kill and killer don’t
tell you n*gg*s that they killin
a n*gg* that tell the story first
the n*gg* don’t pay
no f*ckin tention
n*gg*s lie for one reason:
to boost they motherf*ckin image
you hear a n*gg* droppin names
the project comin out in a minute
the only name’s you n*gg*s 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*gg*s that talk the most sh*t
the main n*gg*s
that ain’t authentic
the rar rar n*gg*
he the same n*gg*
in court snitchin
the game real simple homey
it’s all talk and no killin
a bunch of n*gg*s 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*gg* in prison
that i ain’t went and f*ckin visit
3 alb*ms and ain’t drop
one name still with it
told you n*gg*s from day one
“p*ssy n*gg*, i ain’t friendly”
real n*gg*s can’t be emulated
and y’all try to f*ckin bill it
i keep my eyes on you n*gg*s
and f*ck with you
from a distance
my principles is non-negotiable
point, blank, period!

it’s kinda hot in this motherf*cker
but we got the a/c on
baby you actin like your fingers hurt
alright i got that little sh*t out the way
i got some more sh*t for you to type

last n*gg*s got shot
sued me for ten mill
some more n*gg*s playin gangster
i found out that wasn’t real
them yoppers started goin off
everybody f*ckin squeal
n*gg*s go from playin gangster
to tellin who the shooter is
i don’t know a n*gg* that rob
that bring is camera
to the crime scene
me somewhere without a couple shooters
you f*ckin kiddin me?
n*gg*s win oscars off of actin
and i see
a n*gg* try anything
to trick you off
these f*ckin streets
a n*gg* try it all
just to sit down
in your f*ckin seat
bein hot? i know about it
i been that since ’03
goon inpersonators
is all you f*ck n*gg*s’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*t right here

i charge 40, 000
i’m really worth 60
this market was kind of slow
only did a quarter milli
i’m hotter right now
then any n*gg* who ever diss me
know why you mad
cause i’m hotter than you
in 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*gg*s
my security for these b*tches
a million dollar n*gg*
in a 30 dollar d*ckies
n*gg* i was totin choppers
when n*gg*s was riding 20’s
n*gg*s was on e&j
n*gg* i was drankin remy
was it a 745?
fore n*gg*s 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*gg*s claim to hate me
but ain’t got no holes in me
n*gg* i sell goon
n*gg* just say “how many? ”
ain’t on a hundred songs
p*ssy cause i ain’t friendly
bills: i got none
money: i got plenty
gutter, and never left
n*gg* is still in me
say i’m her baby daddy
well that’s that b*tch 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.

/ plies lyrics