Plies Letter Lyrics

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  • 3 Chirpin'
  • 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 niggas know how I really feel
    I hope there's enough
    Ink in this motherfucker
    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 niggas doin music
    But ain't nobody doin business
    Everybody want favors
    Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?
    My brother went to prison nigga
    Ain't none of you niggas
    Fuckin visit
    A nigga want me on his album
    Take care of fuckin business
    Paper work, artist splits
    That's how you know the
    Business finish
    Labels got you niggas fooled
    Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies
    A lotta you niggas is music whores
    Cause y'all niggas don't get it
    I don't understand you niggas though
    Cause all I hang
    Around is bitches
    Soon as you make a bitch mad
    First thing she do is twist it
    A bitch don't get what she want
    Sencond thing she do is flip it
    Fuck niggas tell lies
    Real niggas pay attention
    Two niggas beef with me
    One hot, one isn't
    No awards, filthy rich
    Guess what? ain't trippin
    Ol g's og
    Cause them niggas
    Control their feelings
    Killers kill and killer don't
    Tell you niggas that they killin
    A nigga that tell the story first
    The nigga don't pay
    No fuckin tention
    Niggas lie for one reason:
    To boost they motherfuckin image
    You hear a nigga droppin names
    The project comin out in a minute
    The only name's you niggas say
    The one that the streets feelin
    You want street cred?
    You got to go in the streets
    And go an get it
    And niggas that talk the most shit
    The main niggas
    That ain't authentic
    The rar rar nigga
    He the same nigga
    In court snitchin
    The game real simple homey
    It's all talk and no killin
    A bunch of niggas 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 nigga in prison
    That I ain't went and fuckin visit
    3 albums and ain't drop
    One name still with it
    Told you niggas from day one
    "pussy nigga, I ain't friendly"
    Real niggas can't be emulated
    And y'all try to fuckin bill it
    I keep my eyes on you niggas
    And fuck with you
    From a distance
    My principles is non-negotiable
    Point, blank, period!

    It's kinda hot in this motherfucker
    But we got the a/c on
    Baby you actin like your fingers hurt
    Alright I got that little shit out the way
    I got some more shit for you to type

    Last niggas got shot
    Sued me for ten mill
    Some more niggas playin gangster
    I found out that wasn't real
    Them yoppers started goin off
    Everybody fuckin squeal
    Niggas go from playin gangster
    To tellin who the shooter is
    I don't know a nigga that rob
    That bring is camera
    To the crime scene
    Me somewhere without a couple shooters
    You fuckin kiddin me?
    Niggas win oscars off of actin
    And I see
    A nigga try anything
    To trick you off
    These fuckin streets
    A nigga try it all
    Just to sit down
    In your fuckin seat
    Bein hot? I know about it
    I been that since '03
    Goon inpersonators
    Is all you fuck niggas'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 shit 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 nigga 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 niggas
    My security for these bitches
    A million dollar nigga
    In a 30 dollar dickies
    Nigga I was totin choppers
    When niggas was riding 20's
    Niggas was on e&j
    Nigga I was drankin remy
    Was it a 745?
    Fore niggas 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 niggas claim to hate me
    But ain't got no holes in me
    Nigga I sell goon
    Nigga just say "how many? "
    Ain't on a hundred songs
    Pussy cause I ain't friendly
    Bills: I got none
    Money: I got plenty
    Gutter, and never left
    Nigga is still in me
    Say I'm her baby daddy
    Well that's that bitch 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.

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