Fan Mail Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am](AZ)[G] Bab[Am]y bring that
ashtray in [G]here
Aiight
(AZ) And bring my [Am]mail
it's on top [G]of the counter
[Am]Here baby
(AZ) Check, [G]what's this[B]
I don't [G]know some mail came

[Verse 2]
through today
[Am](AZ) Fishscale, Professional,
[B]what's this about men[F#]
[G]lemme see what [Am]this about

[Verse 3]
Anyway, the food [Am]will be ready
[G]in 20 minutes

[Verse 4]
Peace [G]Allah, hope tha scribe
reach ya hands in good health
As for [Am]self,
no sense of worrying my [G]cards been dealt
Sunk in a cell,
fishscale, fifth year of my bid
Finally [Am]got a chance recent to con
[G]nect with my kids
It's kinda hard through carelessness
I scared they moms
And tem[Am]porary I was barred
volun[G]tary the bond
Nevertheless,
it's issues I need to address
Pertain[Am]ing the certain statements
that [G]made me confess
Faced with life,
it bites when reality hit
[Am]And wit crime come a lot
of technic[G]ality shit
through many co- defendants
conspiracies linking
Like the [Am]court system designed
to keep the [G]mind from thinking
Fog ya vision,
guess it's just the odds of living
But like [Am]me, most great men
became [G]god in prison
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
I was [Am]up in Can
[G]saki, *****s started to fight
You touched souls to a lost
population of men
And no doubt,
[Am]if ever out they'll never lock me again
[G]Faced wit 10 on state time,
wit life on the back
It's fucked [Am]up when your own
folks ain't writing you [G]back
Learn to relax,
spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt
You know the [Am]streets to the pen
it's kinda [G]hard to transact
All the cars and the pretty women, condos,
The [Am]clothes and the city living
[G]I seen division,
breakdown of the population
It's either submit,
[Am]death or incarcera[G]tion I felt the combination
Torn between reality rap
and the fakes
[Am]Some do it for the salary
cap few re[G]late
And been through what I been
through at least in fraction
So when they [Am]spit you could feel
the pas[G]sion I see you maxin'
That Nas and that Jigga riff
started some shit
It depar[Am]ted the prison system
we should [G]argue a bit
It's a glimpse of what's to come
The past follow,
hold [Am]the voice just hunger me [G]holdin' my last bottle
I live like that of a star without the title,
I [Am]had to write you
It's bey[G]ond trying to enlight you
It's a token of appreciation for being
that po[Am]et with no abbreviations
Much [G]re spect from us all
wish you much success
Get yours take [Am]money nigga fuck
the rest I'm signing [G]off
And leave in the way that
I greet and say peace
Keep in [Am]mind always rep the streets,
you [G]that nigga.

[Verse 5]
Word,........... Gotta write [Am]homey
[G]back

[Verse 6]
(AZ) Ayo, boo I [G]got any more
of that mail out there
Got a few more

[Verse 7]
(AZ) You [Am]gotta read this one, the
shit right [G]here is deep, [B]man

[Verse 8]
Al[G]right, gimme a minute

[Verse 9]
(AZ) Okay, What's [Am]this one
[G]right here
oh shortie from Nashville,
[Am]alright lemme see [G]this

[Verse 10]
[G]AZ, this is Camille since
Sugarhill been a fan
[Am]And since then to me you still[G] a man
A real card player rarely reveals his hand
And sin[Am]cerely,
I could say the hood [G]feel ya jam
I sit and listen to your last edition
Washing dishes in the [Am]kit chen
Or twisting the baby [G]dreads
on little Christian
It's so sickening his father
we both miss him
He was [Am]killed in a [G]'99 car collision
I guess the best ones God
get them the tar sniff 'em
It's [Am]just the way it is in this bizar
[G]re system
You remind me of his one concerning
words when you speak
You and him [Am]both got that funny
type of [G]slur in y'all speech
At night it's like his face
just emerge in my sleep
I smoke [Am]herb so that grief can stop
[G]disturbing my peace
My life's deep,
it coincide with the way that you rap
I hate [Am]it when them commentators
[G]say that you back
You never left you was always
years ahead of the [Am]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