Tell Me 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 You wanna make money or you just wanna get smoked? [Verse 1] Push it in push it out And I be the nigga with the muthafuckin' clout Yeah, shoulda knew I was a baller muthafuckin' G Hoppin' out a goddamn '94 Cherokee Dumpin' shit like a muthafuckin' pooper Scoop a 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 [Chorus] You know what I'm sayin'? Nigga talkin' 'bout get payed in this motherfucker and that's real (Tell me what that mail like) Feel me? Andrew Jackson, my bitch Nina You know what I'm sayin'? (Tell me what that mail like) My best motherfuckin' friends I ain't 'bout to come up short out here, yeah Y'all gon' fell me (Tell me what that mail like) Begin [Verse 2] Po-pos wanna quiet me Cause I was tearin' up shit like the muthafuckin' riot, 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 [Chorus] Yeah, you know you feel me on that shit You know what I'm sayin'? (Tell me what that mail like) I remember them motherfuckers being on the dope spot Sellin' dome to a motherfucking mamma (Tell me what that mail like) And the son jumps off, you know what I'm sayin'? Nigga mad 'cause they sold drug to his mamma and shit (Tell me what the mail like) 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 partners I never thought that the money will damn near kill me Four lil' young muthafuckas robbin' liquor stores It's all good patna get your cash 'Til one of them got panicky and started to blast I took two to the chest and one 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 [Chorus] Yeah, see, I remember motherfuckers used to hang out in elementary school, you know (Tell me what that mail like) Play on the monkey bars and shit, you know, play hoop together and all that old shit But now, you know what I'm sayin' (Tell me what that mail like) Motherfuckers back in '94, niggas sellin' dope You know what I'm sayin', motherfuckers used to play football now they sellin' dope (Tell me what that mail like) Shootin' at each other, best friends killin' each other and shit You know what I'm sayin'? (Tell me what that mail like) 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 up 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