Studio Ton - The Mail Man lyrics

Kick this sh** 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 muthaf**a didn't know what hit him What way, rode up on his a** in a Chevy Baby, n***a shoulda known that sh** was heavy Domain, shouldn't a f** up all my f**in fetti That I gave him, spent my sh** with a n***a from another city Then they doubled, tripled and sold his a** some swivle Little old s**er-bu*t n***a trust the mail man Now his a** is trash like a garbage can Caught up in some sh** with the mailman (Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom 3x Had him dodgin every muthaf**in up in the room [ VERSE 2 ] They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do) They say the youngsters doin sh** that you wouldn't believe They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthaf**a (Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother (Okay) The n***a 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 m**ms, but I was raised eatin swine Trapped in the game since 1979 My n***as 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 s**er that k**ed my homie get away smooth (Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom 3x When I see the mail man, then his a** 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 k**ed 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**, f** it, I'mma 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 a** is doomed (Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom 3x Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the f**in moon Hm-hm Mail man needs money, man F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthaf**a Hm-hm, the mail man Ass-out jungle Gotta watch your back and play it well Stay away from fawlty muthaf**as That's real Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom! (Boom-boom!) Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the f**in moon Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom! (Boom-boom!) Now his a** is doomed