Lyrics Fan Mail (feat. Darien Brockington & Joe Scudda) - Little Brother

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!"

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?!

(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...

Yeah, J-O
Aiyyo I'm sick of all the whinin and the bitchin
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 fuckin crazy
You done fell down and bumped your head
You can suck my dick, that's what the fuck Joe said
Simple and plain, I wanted you to catch that shit
I said it, I meant it, so NO I don't regret that shit
But I still got fans that keep it real with Joe
They love my cocky persona and the ignorant flow
They say, "Fuck 'em, get ignorant Joe"
My manager told me to murder everything, so I'm killin 'em Dho
And I'on't really give a fuck if you quote my shit
But it's me, and I should know cause I wrote my shit
Guess this game, truly is the gift and a curse
You said you hate me so I KNOW you gon love this verse, what?!

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...

Peace to D.P.'s and Alchemist
And this is dedicated to them bastard which
Gave me and the crew they ass 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 niggas hatin and frontin
Everybody, yeah they own your shit, 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 nigga, maybe slap a cracka
Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like
"Fuck 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 fuck wit y'all, I'm doin ME, c'mon

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...