The Mail Man

Lyrics

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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Duration
04:21
Key
6
Tempo
88 BPM

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