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Kick this shit about the mail man
[ VERSE 1 ] Time for the payback, backpay Can`t let homie live to see his birthday A.K., Forty`s lettin hot ones to the kidney Bootsee muthafucka didn`t know what hit him What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy Domain, shouldn`t a fuck up all my fuckin fetti That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man Now his ass is trash like a garbage can Caught up in some shit with the mailman
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom 3x Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room
[ VERSE 2 ] They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do) They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn`t believe They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka (Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother (Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock (That`s right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot I`ll park around the corner and do a walk-by Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine Trapped in the game since 1979 My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine I`m young, full of cum, nothin to lose Paid my dues, I`m settin the rules I got some clues, and I refuse To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom 3x When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed
[ VERSE 3 ] Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin Schemin, actin like a demon My pores is stinkin, and I`m all sweaty Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti Oh no, the mail man gotta go He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo` To go, so I figured that he`s after me Till the word on the streets is that I`m after him True, now I`m waitin for departure Cause I`m never late on arrival Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o And I can`t forget the glock, cause it`s the most reliable Shit, fuck it, I`ma just take the glock deep I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps Hot-wired the Thunderbird I`m headed for the suburbs Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty Took the third exit to another part of the city Now I`m his presence, about to let him have it Caught him walkin to his car, and now he`s in a casket
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom 3x
When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom 3x Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon
Hm-hm Mail man needs money, man F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka Hm-hm, the mail man Ass-out jungle Gotta watch your back and play it well Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas That`s real
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom! (Boom-boom!) Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom! (Boom-boom!)
Now his ass is doomed
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