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[Lil' Rob:] Hey, this one's for everybody Everyone who's ever Wrote me fanmail and never got a response Hey, this one's for everybody Everyone who's ever Wrote me fanmail and never got a response [Verse 1:] Hey, this one's for everybody (Everybody) Everyone who's ever Wrote me fanmail and never got a response I read your letters *Yeah) Some even brought me to tears I look back at my years like some of you have been lost Like some of you have been found (Have been found) I found this one letter I remember cause I couldn't put it down She said her mom was in jail And so is she (So is she) And she was on her own, and has no family Her brother overdosed and he passed away, away Back, and my music gets her through the day She likes what I say (What I say) The way I say it (Yeah) Reminds her of back in the days, that's when it replays Letras de cancionesLive for today (For today) Think of tomorrow She lives on Pain Avenue, across from Sorrow (Across from Sorrow) She said, "Write back if you can Sincerly yours, your number one fan, I am" [Chorus: Lil' Rob (Notorious B.I.G. sample played in background)] I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuff Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuff Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff [Verse 2:] "Doce Diez y Ocho, what's happenin', man (What's happenin', man) Me and my homeboys bumpin' music all day Everyday (Everyday) There ain't a song we don't play My prima says 'Hi, ' and that she loves you always (Loves you for life, man) So when's your next album comin' out You're always pushing back the date, what's that all about Don't trip (Don't trip) I just can't wait to hear it, ese Some over that neighborhood shit, that's what you need to spit (That's what you need to spit) Some more oldies for the homies (Yeah) Let 'em know where we come from (Come from) How we do things We don't stop until we get it done Let 'em know how we get down when the weekend comes (Get down, man) I lowride just like you I heard you have a '63, I wanna get myself a '62 Anyways I know you're a busy man I'm a homie and a fan, get back at me when you can" [Chorus] [Verse 3:] "Hey Rob, my name is Patrick, writin' from the park Where it's nice in the day, but it gets crazy after dark (Crazy after dark) Hey man, I go to a pretty bad school But I like it a lot, and my teacher's pretty cool My teacher's name is Mr. White He wants to help us do right And stay away from the gangster life Not allowed to wear Cortez's or red and blue We can't cut our hair shorter than a no. 2 (And that's true) If we do We're dropped Then it's through Oh yeah, they even drug test us, too My homie wrote you His name is Christopher He thinks you're the best, and he's a Southern listener How'd you start, when you learned to write raps (Write raps) Just a couple questions, hopefully, you'll write back But if you can't, hey man, I understand You must be a busy man, no matter what, I'm still a fan" [Chorus] [Lil' Rob:] Hey, this one's for everybody Everyone who's ever Wrote me fanmail and never got a response Hey, this one's for everybody Everyone who's ever Wrote me fanmail and never got a response [Nasty:] [Notorious B.I.G.:] "I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff" "Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me" "I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff" "I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff" "Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me" "I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff" From Letras Mania