what to do You got me in a spin And it all starts again (Writin' a dead letter nobody ever reads) [Chorus] Dead letter Dead letter Dead letter Dead letter
the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood Never swear to a dead thug My name should be brought up in fame Never said in vain, spread like a letter chain
New York's unified down south, love dat When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at? Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on Think da games dead
ain't even high See I's a gangsta nigga, I shoot or shank a nigga But it's some'ing about them swangas, that'll change a nigga Have you chunking the deuce
cop a Range along with all the features Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her fetus Her dead baby
as a rock While I pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock Now the letters I wrote Frankie returned unread The word leaked out, I'd be better off dead
tight As a boa constrictor On a scale of 1 to 10 I blew a 50 off the Richter Without the Mickey?s deuce deuce Still the rugged rhyme inflictor Feel congested
' into? I don't think so I grab your hoe and hit the door Nuthin' but Crabs stranded on Death Row The L to the B blockin' out the third letter (?) Before
squeeze tight As a boa constrictor On a scale of 1 to 10 I blew a 50 off the Richter Without the Mickey?s deuce deuce Still the rugged rhyme inflictor
