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Kick this shit about the mail man<br /><br />[ VERSE 1 ]<br />Time for the payback, backpay<br />Can't let homie live to see his birthday<br />A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney<br />Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him<br />What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy<br />Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy<br />Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti<br />That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city<br />Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle<br />Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man<br />Now his ass is trash like a garbage can<br />Caught up in some shit with the mailman<br /><br />(Boom-boom!) now they gloom<br />My strap went boom 3x<br /><br />Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room<br /><br />[ VERSE 2 ]<br />They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)<br />They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe<br />They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka<br />(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother<br />(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot<br />Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock<br />(That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot<br />I'll park around the corner and do a walk-by<br />Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind<br />Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine<br />Trapped in the game since 1979<br />My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine<br />I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose<br />Paid my dues, I'm settin the rules<br />I got some clues, and I refuse<br />To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth<br /><br /><br />(Boom-boom!) now they gloom<br />My strap went boom 3x<br /><br />When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed<br /><br />[ VERSE 3 ]<br />Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin<br />Schemin, actin like a demon<br />My pores is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty<br />Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti<br />Oh no, the mail man gotta go<br />He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'<br />To go, so I figured that he's after me<br />Till the word on the streets is that I'm after him<br />True, now I'm waitin for departure<br />Cause I'm never late on arrival<br />Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o<br />And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the most reliable<br />Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the glock deep<br />I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps<br />Hot-wired the Thunderbird<br />I'm headed for the suburbs<br />Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty<br />Took the third exit to another part of the city<br />Now I'm his presence, about to let him have it<br />Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a casket<br /><br />(Boom-boom!) now they gloom<br />My strap went boom 3x<br /><br />When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed<br /><br /><br />(Boom-boom!) now they gloom<br />My strap went boom 3x<br /><br />Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon<br /><br />Hm-hm<br />Mail man needs money, man<br />F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka<br />Hm-hm, the mail man<br />Ass-out jungle<br />Gotta watch your back and play it well<br />Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas<br />That's real<br /><br />Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!<br />(Boom-boom!)<br /><br />Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon<br /><br />Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!<br />(Boom-boom!)<br /><br />Now his ass is doomed
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Kick this shit about the mail man<br /><br />[ VERSE 1 ]<br />Time for the payback, backpay<br />Can't let homie live to see his birthday<br />A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney<br />Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him<br />What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy<br />Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy<br />Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti<br />That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city<br />Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle<br />Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man<br />Now his ass is trash like a garbage can<br />Caught up in some shit with the mailman<br /><br />(Boom-boom!) now they gloom<br />My strap went boom 3x<br /><br />Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room<br /><br />[ VERSE 2 ]<br />They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)<br />They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe<br />They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka<br />(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother<br />(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot<br />Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock<br />(That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot<br />I'll park around the corner and do a walk-by<br />Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind<br />Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine<br />Trapped in the game since 1979<br />My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine<br />I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose<br />Paid my dues, I'm settin the rules<br />I got some clues, and I refuse<br />To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth<br /><br /><br />(Boom-boom!) now they gloom<br />My strap went boom 3x<br /><br />When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed<br /><br />[ VERSE 3 ]<br />Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin<br />Schemin, actin like a demon<br />My pores is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty<br />Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti<br />Oh no, the mail man gotta go<br />He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'<br />To go, so I figured that he's after me<br />Till the word on the streets is that I'm after him<br />True, now I'm waitin for departure<br />Cause I'm never late on arrival<br />Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o<br />And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the most reliable<br />Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the glock deep<br />I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps<br />Hot-wired the Thunderbird<br />I'm headed for the suburbs<br />Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty<br />Took the third exit to another part of the city<br />Now I'm his presence, about to let him have it<br />Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a casket<br /><br />(Boom-boom!) now they gloom<br />My strap went boom 3x<br /><br />When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed<br /><br /><br />(Boom-boom!) now they gloom<br />My strap went boom 3x<br /><br />Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon<br /><br />Hm-hm<br />Mail man needs money, man<br />F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka<br />Hm-hm, the mail man<br />Ass-out jungle<br />Gotta watch your back and play it well<br />Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas<br />That's real<br /><br />Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!<br />(Boom-boom!)<br /><br />Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon<br /><br />Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!<br />(Boom-boom!)<br /><br />Now his ass is doomed
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