the mail man lyrics – e-40

kick this sh*t 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 m*th*f*cka didn’t know what hit him
what way, rode up on his *ss in a chevy
baby, n*gg* shoulda known that sh*t was heavy
domain, shouldn’t a f*ck up all my f*ckin fetti
that i gave him, spent my sh*t with a n*gg* from another city
then they doubled, tripled and sold his *ss some swivle
little old sucker-b*tt n*gg* trust the mail man
now his *ss is trash like a garbage can
caught up in some sh*t with the mailman

(boom-boom!) now they gloom
my strap went boom 3x

had him dodgin every m*th*f*ckin up in the room

[ verse 2 ]
they say the youngsters run the penitentiary (i think they do)
they say the youngsters doin sh*t that you wouldn’t believe
they say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a m*th*f*cka
(hm-hm) well, check this part out, brother
(okay) the n*gg* 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 n*gg*s on the street taught me to perk and drink wine
i’m young, full of c*m, 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 *ss 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
sh*t, f*ck 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 *ss is doomed

(boom-boom!) now they gloom
my strap went boom 3x

had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the f*ckin moon

hm-hm
mail man needs money, man
f-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this m*th*f*cka
hm-hm, the mail man
*ss-out jungle
gotta watch your back and play it well
stay away from fawlty m*th*f*ckas
that’s real

boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(boom-boom!)

hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the f*ckin moon

boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(boom-boom!)

now his *ss is doomed

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