The Mail Man

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