Mailman by E-40
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]
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