Intro:

(*Man have you heard this stuff?

This gangsta rap? It's fuckin bullshit.

They're just talkin about dealin drugs and

beatin on people and shit

carryin guns to the studio. It's fucked up shit.

And y'know you niggas

can't communicate with people*)

[Mack 10] Aw fuck you you punk ass motherfucker

What the fuck you mean we can't communicate with people?

I tell you what since we can't communicate eh eh

Eh B (yo) I'm gonna write this motherfucker a letter (alright)

Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (Here you go, dogg)

Verse One:

To whom it may concern whoever you may be

Before you criticise, try to understand me

If this shit do a million everytime you drop it

then you would be foolish to change the topic

I straight fiend for the cheddar, you know I got to get it

So I swing for the fence everytime I hit it

I been raised around the gangsta shit since elementary

with Gz and the feds and the state penitentiary

I'm from the place where the enemies put the scope on you

and when the police pull you over they plant dope on you

But you do what you need to feed your kids and your girl

But you bastards don't even understand my world

What you know about bangin, drug distributin and lootin

eviction notices and, drive-by shootin?

So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show

that real niggas only rap about what they know

Chorus:

I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doe

If you ban gangsta rap then I gotta sell blow

To whom it may concern, this letter is to show

that real niggas only rap about what they know

*repeat*

Verse Two:

I done had it up to here with th