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