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    E-40 / Lyrics

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    "To Whom This May Concern" Lyrics


    Shit, if the shoe fit, wear it, fuck it

    [Chorus: x2]
    To whom this may concern
    All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
    The industry is finicky so let me make this clear

    I know you're shinin like a light
    I know your record sales is politics and hype
    I know you're boohoo'n

    'Cause none of your royalty statements never had a check attached to 'em

    Famous but unrecouped; circumstances predicated on
    Large-ass video budgets, and takin out advancements
    Uhh, March and September, that's quite a ways 40 - 40?
    Oh he get paid every thirty days shorty!

    Uhh, I ain't no lame
    I'm different from why'all, I come from the game
    (From the game) I ain't gotta explain
    I been hella raw, I been spittin game

    I seen you on the Billboard
    I saw you when you got that MTV Award
    Uh, number one on SoundScan
    Congratulations playa; dude can I shake yo' hand?

    Oh you don't want to shake my hand, now you too good now?

    Oh it's like that you 'sidin on yo' folks now?
    Enjoy it while you're here..


    Uhh, air-play, program directors from the Bay
    Don't support they rappers in the Yea (in the Yea)
    They figure we ain'ts real hip-hop (hip HOP)
    They lookin for some mainstream flip-flop (flip)

    But I ain't finsta sit down (sit down)
    Sit down and wait for this shit to come back around
    Shit I just like to perk (whatchu like to do?)
    I like to get out there and network

    Charlie Hustle fall off? I doubt it
    Shit, when niggaz stop talkin about me

    That's when I'm gon' WORRY about it
    And if they do I'ma take the independent road

    A hundred thousand units on the underground;
    Playboy, that's ghetto gold!
    Never breakin a sweat (a, a sweat)
    Slangin albums from the internet (from the internet)

    Ain't nuttin but respect here..


    My loyal fans want to know why it's so noticeable
    And how come none of E-40 lyrics
    Ain't never been in The Source 'Hip-Hop Quotable'?
    To tell the truth it's kinda irkin me, cause I don't know

    I ain't rappin too fast, see why'all just listenin too slow
    You can ask +Zomba+ I'm about a thousand songs deep
    Spittin ghetto anthems that I done had
    I should of been ran out of heat (ran out of heat)

    I had to prove myself first
    I didn't get my deal based on a sixteen measure verse
    Uhh, damn right and ever since dude 'Pac passed away
    The West coast ain't been eatin right

    If he was alive I'd ask him for his opinionation
    And if he was me what would he do in this sort of situation
    Would he take off on these journalists, tell me what you think
    For assassinating motherfuckers characters with all that bad ink?

    How they gonna have me Top 50, #43?
    I'm a hog, shit; that's why I don't fuck with Blaze
    I fuck with Murder Dog

    [Chorus: x2]

    See what I'm sayin? This shit is finicky
    It's a fool out there, ya dumb dums!
    Smell this nigga?

    Charlie Hustle, millennium ballers nigga (beatch)
    Thought you thoughtamajig (HOE!!!)
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by A. Ransom, E. Stevens.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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