mailman

kick this shit about the mail man

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

now they gloom

my strap went boom

had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room

they say the youngsters run the penitentiary

they say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe

they say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka

well

check this part out

brother

the nigga that the mail man shot

little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock

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

now they gloom

my strap went boom

when i see the mail man

then his ass is doomed

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

now they gloom

my strap went boom

when i see the mail man

then his ass is doomed

now they gloom

my strap went boom

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!

hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

now his ass is doomed