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