What That Mail Like

Lyrics

(Intro): Yeah, what's up fool 9-4, Spice 1 Kickin' that G shit Tell me what that mail like nigga Wanna make money Or just wanna get smoked (Verse 1): Push it in push it out And I be the nigga with the muthafuckin' Glock Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller muthafuckin' G Hoppin' out a goddamn '94 Cherokee Dumpin' shit like a muthafuckin' Pooper Scooper Nigga 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 bitches on my nut sack And it was all a part of being young My little nuts hung Fascinated by the Tommy gun Niggas throwin' up sets this is murder tonight But fuck that shit nigga Tell me what that mail like [Talking] You know what I'm sayin'? Nigga talkin' 'bout get payed in this motherfucker and that's real Feel me? Andrew Jackson, my bitch Nina You know what I'm sayin'? My best motherfuckin' 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 shit like the muthafuckin' liar G Wax and Tat's from my nigga Andrew Jackson Movin' keys in large fractions And this is the American dream To a young muthafucka 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 bitch got the whole world smoked up And then it be causin' them niggas to loc up Smokin' muthafuckas cause they asked me : Ay, nigga, do your momma smoke D That's the shit I gotta deal with Real last niggas can you feel it Tell me what that mail like [Talking] Yeah, you know you feel me on that shit You know what I'm sayin'? I remember them motherfuckers being on the dope spot Sellin' dome to a motherfucking mamma And the son jumps off You know what I'm sayin'? Nigga mad 'cause they sold drug to his mamma and shit Feel me? I've been through all that shit 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 kill ya'll 4 lil' young muthafuckas 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 fuck I guess it had to take the bullet To prove that the way I grew up was bullshit 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 shit you can tell right, nigga So tell me what that mail like [Talking] See, I remember motherfuckers used to hang out in elementary school You know, clown and money bars and shit You know, play hoop and all that old shit But now, you know what I'm sayin', motherfuckers back in '94, niggas sellin' dope You know what I'm sayin', motherfuckers used to play football now they sellin' dope Shootin' at each other, best friends killin' each other and shit You know what I'm sayin'? Nigga don't like to see that, that's how the shit gotta be in '94 You know what I'm sayin'? Everybody down for they mail, motherfuckers come short over money You know what I'm sayin', all for the love of the mail So watch your back in '94, nigga if you're paid 'Cause there some playa haters out there that don't like you 187 thousand G