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dj screw - what that mail like lyrics
(intro):
yeah, what’s up fool
9_4, spice 1
kickin’ that g sh_t
tell me what that mail like n_gga
wanna make money
or just wanna get smoked
(verse 1):
push it in push it out
and i be the n_gga with the m_th_f_ckin’ glock
yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller m_th_f_ckin’ g
hoppin’ out a godd_mn ’94 cherokee
dumpin’ sh_t like a m_th_f_ckin’ p__per scooper
n_gga off his feet with the millimeter ruger
so tell me what that mail like
i keep possession of the yayo for sale hid in my tail light
throw away gats bubble gum pimps
and 2 dollar b_tches on my nut sack
and it was all a part of being young
my little nuts hung
fascinated by the tommy gun
n_ggas throwin’ up sets this is murder tonight
but f_ck that sh_t n_gga
tell me what that mail like
[talking]
you know what i’m sayin’?
n_gga talkin’ ’bout get payed in this motherf_cker and that’s real
feel me?
andrew jackson, my b_tch nina
you know what i’m sayin’?
my best motherf_ckin’ friends
i ain’t ’bout to come up short on here, yeah
y’all gon’ fell me
begin
(verse 2):
po_po’s wanna quiet me
cause i was tearin’ up sh_t like the m_th_f_ckin’ liar g
wax and tat’s from my n_gga andrew jackson
movin’ keys in large fractions
and this is the american dream
to a young m_th_f_cka age 13 to 19
he used to be my best friend
but the system got us bustin’ at each other over franklin
and that little white b_tch got the whole world smoked up
and then it be causin’ them n_ggas to loc up
smokin’ m_th_f_ckas cause they asked me :
ay, n_gga, do your momma smoke d
that’s the sh_t i gotta deal with
real last n_ggas can you feel it
tell me what that mail like
[talking]
yeah, you know you feel me on that sh_t
you know what i’m sayin’?
i remember them motherf_ckers being on the dope spot
sellin’ dome to a motherf_cking mamma
and the son jumps off
you know what i’m sayin’?
n_gga mad ’cause they sold drug to his mamma and sh_t
feel me?
i’ve been through all that sh_t partner
[?] all began
(verse 3):
gotta live up to my rap as a g
still countin’ mail age 23
see me and franklin they can’t stop us
and now i got no friends i done smoked all my patnas
i never thought that the money will definitely k!ll ya’ll
4 lil’ young m_th_f_ckas robbin’ liquor stores
it’s all good patna get your cash
till one of them got panicky and started to blast
i took 2 to the chest and 1 to the gut
lyin’ on the ground confused as f_ck
i guess it had to take the bullet
to prove that the way i grew up was bullsh_t
lucky for me i had my vest on
cause i wouldn’t look too pretty with my chest gone
fool, and i’m back out slangin’ them d
got a nut in my pocket way unleased a g
see i’m a soldier in the sh_t you can tell right, n_gga
so tell me what that mail like
[talking]
see, i remember motherf_ckers used to hang out in elementary school
you know, clown and money bars and sh_t
you know, play hoop and all that old sh_t
but now, you know what i’m sayin’, motherf_ckers back in ’94, n_ggas sellin’ dope
you know what i’m sayin’, motherf_ckers used to play football now they sellin’ dope
shootin’ at each other, best friends k!llin’ each other and sh_t
you know what i’m sayin’?
n_gga don’t like to see that, that’s how the sh_t gotta be in ’94
you know what i’m sayin’?
everybody down for they mail, motherf_ckers come short over money
you know what i’m sayin’, all for the love of the mail
so watch your back in ’94, n_gga if you’re paid
’cause there some playa haters out there that don’t like you
187 thousand g
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