I don’t know who wrote this but it’s funny as shit. Plus it’s an excuse to post this classic photo of Brooklyn’s finest. Begins after the line.
Letter from Chris to Shawn…by Donald Dee DumbE aka (Vitamin D)!
Shawn, it’s been awhile,
My man did it, so multi even if I didn’t. Dig it, you said it, did it, and lived it…
Wanted Dead or Alive…
Warning, track 5…
Flava In Ya Ear…they still ain’t figured out who did it YET? But ya’ll know who killed him.
Approach the bench, create a warrant for such and such’s arrest…seriously START SNITCHIN, though, if
the streets ain’t gonna handle isht, Somebody Got to Die, and since I’m dead, you already know.
Tu and I, we still alive, cause over beats dead men do tell lies.
Realize open your third eye my ninja, cause it’s all in your third eye.
It’s all in your mind. What’s bracken?
Oh, that’s my guy, my man Eye, eVolvE.
Eye overheard them chickens coming home to roost like a muthaeffa.
Sorry Jim, that thing you pulled, got me and Tu over here laughing at your ass couz. You a fool, Tu over
here singin “I Ain’t Mad Atcha” extremely loud.
Suga Booger you betta believe you got next cause dead men don’t tell lies. Keep wearing red, so we
don’t miss, you’re on our radar, like Jay said, we got you too. Til death do us part and payback’s a bitch muthaeffa believe me.
On another note, my ninja Sean C, now playa you know, I know! Skinny jeans and Timbs? l…where they
do that @? Is that our age starting to show? Holla at A2C, them my guys over there, they got my
approval. E was telling me they were about to hit you in the head with a promotional tee at MAGIC
once upon a time. They used to live around the corner at 555. They remember us from one of Spike’s
block parties, way back when.
Remember when you had the white Lexus & posted up on DeKalb? E was
there. I rode up and rolled thru, but never got out the jeep that day. But Shawn C? Skinny jeans don’t go with lemon yellow Timbs playa? We off that, I want my money back, gimme mine. Skinny sneakers for
skinny jeans playa, “Converse Cares”. Get a pair Hov customized. Quit playin, I’m sayin, we don’t do
that over here, but the homie from the Bay put me onto game, so we know better.
Me and Tu gotta birds eye view, cause we hang out all day, it’s all family up in here. It ain’t a paid
event. Ain’t no bloods, crips, old, young, no black, no white, no female, no male, no email, etc. Just
kindred spirits up here in VIP. There aint no wrong or no right on this grand stage. Only requirement is
that you give back sufficiently from whence you came. Dude, they don’t even let you keep your memories up here if you don’t, they send you back to get new ones on some purgatory isht, and that’s if
you’re lucky. That isht sound crazy, ain’t it Jay? Yo Ye’, what you think?
Momma West smile so big up in here that it brightens up the universe. She said she’s extremely proud
of you, and that she’s sorry that she can’t be there to protect you from the wrong ones anymore, but
that it’s her fault & she raised a spoiled child who grew up to be a man and to prove her wrong on and
off songs. She said MDTF was better than WTT and that her baby Kanye was named after Kenya. She
said instead of promoting that big brother isht you should’ve of adequately nurtured a classic. I was
your big bros, only “BIG” bros. Ye’, we would’ve done a song together, but it’s never too late. If so,
holla at Ms.Wallace, but get permission from Diddy first, grab my vocals and let’s get busy. Do it for ol times sake, one for the ages, even get Ma$e on it & let’s do a Jesus Walks- Three the Hard Way, lmao.
Holla at Kelly (or not) holla at Tone, to get at E, he already got the beat, and let’s get this thing done.
Playboy Bey? Really though? Half our age, plus seven homie, who knew? Kiss wifey on the lips and the lil
one on the forehead for me. Congratulations on the lil one! They grow up fast. We knew before you
did, that it was going to be a gurl. You should’ve named her Chrissy or even Reality because that’s what
we been thru. Thanks for keeping my words alive, hip hop alive, my babies fed, and my likeness felt.
Because that publishing money slow again; Hoover damn that money was just starting to get good!
Cradle to the grave, give em hell on my behalf for cutting my life short.
My ninja Jig, went multi before he kicked that bucket, but I went platinum first. New York, NY stand
up…King of NY he is not, but King of Hip Hop belongs to Nas. One Love to Mr. Jones. That Ether won,
but you know my jesey says, I’m riding heavy with that BK movement, so you already know. I’m so loyal,
lawyers not necessary, but keep your eye on Stoute. BK all stand up! Jamaica big up and truss, Africa
too. Man, woman, child, let all of em know whatsup!
Stellar Jay Z you make us proud simply by staying alive and beating the odds. Even if nothing else, we
know nothing is promised, so, it’s been up to us to even beat the odds and even em up. Rocafella gone,
but such is life. Life ain’t been no crystal stair, we been broke. So it ain’t always been fair, therefore whenever you see someone make it up and out, and they go out on a limbo to live the dream shout em out.
Even if you’re a Black Republican, every now and then hand out a bone with some choice cut meat
still on it, because we never stop paying dues. Purchase a Miami Heat James jersey and wear it just
because. Because real recognize real, so we all root for the real because we all persevered one way or
another. Sag not allowed, most of these new characters anyway are “So Wag” (wack)! Counterfeit
dummies…those ain’t rolex diamonds, what the eff you done to that? Keep an eye out for that Joey
BadAss, Kendrick Lamar, Astro, and New Orleans NaTee to name a few. Matter fact, throw a “S” on that
bitches chest, cause she NasTee, tell her Pac said it.
I am proud of you playboy Sean because you lived it, from the J train to the Z. My ninja, it’s been a
charmed life, I’m livid. Brooklyn I adore you, scrub Nets or not, we never bet against the grain, that’s
loyalty. The BIGGA brother enjoyed this one, I adore this son, because I bit my tongue for knowone. Do
me a favor for ole time sake playboy. Take a picture at Marcy Station, as that Brown colored train is
pulling into the station and get the job done. Take Mannion & E with you since they may know one
another. You choose the time of day homie. In my lifetime….my nigga Sean, it’s a wrap.
I get a lil misty eyed because I miss it all, especially the kids, not the fame, my fam. Whattup Caes,
whattup Roc, whattup Kim? Getting footage was genius, still kissing Kim for me D? I kid. Look at Caes
looking all brolic, I ain’t kissing him, he got broccoli on his breath. It’s all love, who got the Nutcrackers, crackers? Pass the Grey Poupon!
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