Fan Mail chords by Az

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Verse 1
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(AZ) Baby bring that
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ashtray in here
Aiight
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(AZ) And bring my mail
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it's on top of the counter
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Here baby
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(AZ) Check, what's this
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I don't know some mail came
Verse 2
through today
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(AZ) Fishscale, Professional,
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what's this about men
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lemme see what this about
Verse 3
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Anyway, the food will be ready
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in 20 minutes
Verse 4
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Peace Allah, hope tha scribe
reach ya hands in good health
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As for self,
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no sense of worrying my cards been dealt
Sunk in a cell,
fishscale, fifth year of my bid
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Finally got a chance recent to con
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nect with my kids
It's kinda hard through carelessness
I scared they moms
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And temporary I was barred
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voluntary the bond
Nevertheless,
it's issues I need to address
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Pertaining the certain statements
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that made me confess
Faced with life,
it bites when reality hit
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And wit crime come a lot
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of technicality shit
through many co- defendants
conspiracies linking
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Like the court system designed
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to keep the mind from thinking
Fog ya vision,
guess it's just the odds of living
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But like me, most great men
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became god in prison
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
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I was up in Can
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saki, *****s started to fight
You touched souls to a lost
population of men
And no doubt,
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if ever out they'll never lock me again
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Faced wit 10 on state time,
wit life on the back
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It's fucked up when your own
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folks ain't writing you back
Learn to relax,
spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt
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You know the streets to the pen
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it's kinda hard to transact
All the cars and the pretty women, condos,
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The clothes and the city living
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I seen division,
breakdown of the population
It's either submit,
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death or incarceration I felt the combination
Torn between reality rap
and the fakes
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Some do it for the salary
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cap few relate
And been through what I been
through at least in fraction
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So when they spit you could feel
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the passion I see you maxin'
That Nas and that Jigga riff
started some shit
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It departed the prison system
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we should argue a bit
It's a glimpse of what's to come
The past follow,
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hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle
I live like that of a star without the title,
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I had to write you
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It's beyond trying to enlight you
It's a token of appreciation for being
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that poet with no abbreviations
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Much re spect from us all
wish you much success
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Get yours take money nigga fuck
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the rest I'm signing off
And leave in the way that
I greet and say peace
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Keep in mind always rep the streets,
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you that nigga.
Verse 5
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Word,........... Gotta write homey
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back
Verse 6
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(AZ) Ayo, boo I got any more
of that mail out there
Got a few more
Verse 7
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(AZ) You gotta read this one, the
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shit right here is deep, man
Verse 8
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Alright, gimme a minute
Verse 9
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(AZ) Okay, What's this one
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right here
oh shortie from Nashville,
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alright lemme see this
Verse 10
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AZ, this is Camille since
Sugarhill been a fan
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And since then to me you still a man
A real card player rarely reveals his hand
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And sincerely,
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I could say the hood feel ya jam
I sit and listen to your last edition
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Washing dishes in the kit chen
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Or twisting the baby dreads
on little Christian
It's so sickening his father
we both miss him
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He was killed in a '99 car collision
I guess the best ones God
get them the tar sniff 'em
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It's just the way it is in this bizar
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re system
You remind me of his one concerning
words when you speak
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You and him both got that funny
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type of slur in y'all speech
At night it's like his face
just emerge in my sleep
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I smoke herb so that grief can stop
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disturbing my peace
My life's deep,
it coincide with the way that you rap
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I hate it when them commentators
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say that you back
You never left you was always
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years ahead of the rest
My baby- father even felt your style
he say you was best
How you dress how you move
when you in the public
Without a lot of luggage gotta love
it that's how you thug it...
Verse 11
Know that, that's right,
it's bigboy, okay, okay
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